Noël Rothes is known as the heroine of the 1912 Titanic tragedy; she helped to command the lifeboat she was in and she also steered the lifeboat away from the sinking Titanic.
Noël was decisive and optimistic and this encouraged the other survivors in the lifeboat to remain calm under this extremely difficult situation. She even took to the oars and helped get the lifeboat to RMS Carpathia where they could be rescued.
Noël, The Countess of Rothes
Noël joined The Titanic in Southampton with her parents, her husband’s cousin, Gladys Cherry and her maid, Roberta Maioni. Her parents left the ship at Cherbourg and the others continued their journey to New York , where she was to meet up with her husband, the Earl of Rothes.
The women were in their beds when The Titanic hit the iceberg and they went up on deck to investigate and were told by Captain E. J. Smith to return to their cabins and put on their lifejackets.
Noël, Gladys and her maid were rescued in Lifeboat 8 which was lowered into the sea at approximately 1:00 AM, over an hour after the collision. Tom Jones was the Able Seaman who was placed in charge of the boat said that he recognised the leadership qualities in Noël saying, “she had a lot to say, so I put her to steering the boat.”
During the night she rowed the lifeboat and helping to boost the morale of the other women until their lifeboat was picked up by RMS Carpathia early the next morning.
Once aboard the rescue vessel, she devoted her time to the welfare of the women and children. A stewardess told Noël, “You have made yourself famous by rowing in the boat,” to which Noël replied, “I hope not, I have done nothing.”
She was not comfortable with the publicity she received once in New York insisting that it was the cool-headed leadership of Seaman Jones and help from her cousin-in-law and the other women that deserved the praise.
Seaman Thomas Jones
She gifted Jones with an inscribed silver pocket watch and he gave her a brass number plate from their lifeboat, number 8. They wrote to each other regularly until Noël’s death in 1956.
It was while we were watching a television programme called The Overlap on Tour when Mother Mash was featured that we decided that the next time we were in London we were going to go there.
So, true to our word, we visited Mother Mash in Carnaby to taste their pie and mash and, of course, their gravy!
Mother Mash – Carnaby (taken from their website)
We were shown to our table, (we had pre-booked as we had heard it got very busy) and presented with their menu. There were three steps to ordering your meal:
There were eight different types of mash…
CLASSIC – natural mash with milk and butter
CHEESY – natural mash with mature chedder
CHEESY MUSTARD – natural mash with mature cheddar and wholegrain mustard
CHAMP – traditional Irish mash with milk, butter, cheddar cheese and spring onions
HORSERADISH – natural mash with creamy horseradish
COLCANNON – traditional Irish mash with milk, butter, cabbage and onions
SWEET POTATO – natural sweet potato with carrot and a sprinkling of chilli
BUBBLE AND SQUEAK – traditional old English recipe, fried mash potatoes, cabbage, peas and onions
You had the choice of either sausages or a pie…
Sausages
CUMBERLAND – classic British pork with pepper
LINCOLNSHIRE – classic British pork with sage
LONDON SMOKEY – hickory wood smoked port
PORK AND CHILLI (Gluten Free) – Pork, chilli, cumin and smoked paprika
MOTHER PLUCKER – chicken with sundried tomato and pepper
VEGETABLE AND HERB (Vegan) – vegan sausage
Pies
STEAK AND BLACKHEART STOUR
CHICKEN, MUSHROOM AND BACON
TRADITIONAL MINCE BEEF
SPICED VEGETABLE AND CAMEMBERT
BUTTERNUT SQUASH AND SWEET POTATO (Vegetarian)
And the last decision you have to make…
TRADITIONAL – simple gravy using the juice from sausages and vegetables
ONION – caramelised red and white Spanish onions with vegetarian stock (vegetarian/gluten free)
FARMER’S – red wine, onion, smoked bacon and mushrooms
LIQUOR – traditional parsley sauce (vegetarian)
VEGGIE – seasonable vegetables, tomato puree and horseradish (vegan/vegetarian/gluten free).
So, I chose the cheesy mash, I had the special for the day which was steak and stilton and onion gravy and hubby had the bubble and squeak mash, traditional mince beef with the farmer’s gravy.
My pie and mash!
The steak and stilton pie was delicious, the cheese really came through and mixed with the steak was wonderful. The pastry was flaky, buttery and tasty. The gravy was on another level, it was flavourful and just the right amount of thickness. I love mashed potato and the cheesy mash was smooth and very moreish.
Hubby enjoyed his and washed down with a bottle of lager, he was a happy man.
Always a good sign – my clean plate!
There are also sides you can have – mushy peas, baked beans, buttered savoy cabbage to name a few. We decided to just have the pie and mash.
Their pudding menu had some sweet pies – apple pie, apple crumble and apple and blackberry pie together with sticky toffee pudding, chocolate brownie and ginger bread. But we were too full and with all of our willpower declined a pudding.
Thoughts…
We thought this was very good value for money, considering we were in the heart of London – we paid a total of £41 (with tip) and came out of the restaurant feeling full.
The waiting staff were very good, the food was served quickly and hot, but we didn’t feel rushed.
I would definitely recommend a visit to Mother Mash, they have two restaurants in London, one in Carnaby and one in Covent Garden and we will be visiting them again when we’re in London.
Before the construction of the building, the site was a Pagan burial ground which lies on Ley Lines. It was constructed in 1145 and was a home for slaves, masons and other workers who were building St. Mary’s Church nearby. After these workers moved out, the house became a home to a priest and it was also an inn and public house before eventually being owned by John Humphries until his death in December 2017 and now it is owned by his daughter, Caroline, who allows the house to be visited by archaeologists and paranormal tourists who can stay overnight, if they are brave enough!
Who Haunts This House?
The most active spirit is the resident witch who was burned at the stake after trying to find sanctuary at the inn. Her hiding place has now been called, “The Witch’s Room” where her ghost is said to appear at the window.
Another spirit is the innkeeper’s daughter who was hung in the attic, as well as children who were murdered as part of sadistic rituals.
Another hot spot for sightings of spirits is “The Bishop’s Room,” which was where bishops would stay, their spirits making a regular appearance in this room, including other dark spirits. Strangely, this was the room that John Humphries chose as his bedroom! He has recounted a number of events when he was personally violated by these spirits whilst he was asleep in his bed.
Who has investigated this place and what did they find?
Ghost Adventures
During their investigation they heard disembodied voices saying, “I don’t like you,” laughing and breathing.
Residual noises of growling, knockings, chanting and doors slamming.
Aaron captured a dark mist moving very fast in front of his camera.
Nick said something was thrown at him while he was doing a vigil alone.
Most Haunted
Derek Acorah hears a malignant voice saying, “Dare we come high. The same fate will await you.”
Recording of a cat meowing, there was no cat nearby.
Apparition of a lady seen by Derek.
Stuart is thumped in the chest by an unknown force, causing him to fall over and he found it hard to breath.
Sam and Colby
Figure seen at a window.
Candle falls off candlestick while they are in the room.
This restaurant has been on my husband’s bucket list for a very long time and so when we found ourselves in London for a day, we decided that it was time to visit The Cinnamon Club.
The Cinnamon Club
Set in the historic Grade II listed former Westminster Library, The Cinnamon Club is an institution in the world of Indian fine dining. The original modern Indian restaurant in London, The Cinnamon Club has a long history of serving innovative and creative Indian cuisine in a magnificently majestic setting.
Chef Vivek Singh and his team of chefs have developed a stunning new menu that combines The Cinnamon Club’s signatures with new dishes and celebratory platters.
The Cinnamon Club website
Cinnamon Club
On arrival we were both impressed by the décor and the attentiveness of the staff. We chose to have the set menu which was £38 and it offered a good range of different ingredients.
We decided to have distilled water as we had to drive back home afterwards and didn’t want to have any alcohol.
I chose the Tandoori free range chicken chops with peri-peri- spices and passion fruit raita and hubby chose smoked venison and prune kebab, date chutney with chana masala hummus.
Before we were served the Starters, we were presented with an appetizer which was very tasty. (Sorry, I can’t remember the exact ingredients!)
Appetizer
Tandoori ChickenSmoked Venison
For our mains, I had Keema Methi Gosht – lamb and mince curry with fresh fenugreek and pilau rice. Hubby had Red spiced roast haddock, dried shrimp chutney, Bengali lentil and coconut dal.
We also ordered an extra side of stir-fried greens with garlic and chilli, for an extra charge of £7.00. My curry was very spicy, but I reasoned that you wouldn’t want to go to a high class restaurant and eat bland food. The meat was tender and just fell apart and the pilau rice was light and tasted flavourful and as you can see, I cleared my plate. Hubby cleared his too, even though his nose ran a little bit due to the spiciness, once he got used to it, he thoroughly enjoyed it.
Dessert was an experience to remember: our local Indian isn’t known for its desserts, but at The Cinnamon Club, it was another story….
Tasting plate of assorted desserts
We paid a supplement of £5 per person and boy, was it worth it. My hubby loves his desserts, I’m not such a big fan, but the chocolate mousse with the bird nest on top was amazing! There wasn’t one that we didn’t like and we polished them off between us.
An Americano coffee to finish and we received the bill which was £101, very reasonable for a restaurant in the heart of London which included an appetizer, starters, main course and dessert!
Thoughts
We had a wonderful time and even when the restaurant was busy, the waiting staff still came and filled up our glasses with water, they were all very friendly and polite.
The food was deliciously spiced with layers of texture and flavouring.
The experience met with hubby’s expectations and it is definitely somewhere we will be visiting again.
The tables for two are pretty close together and a couple sat on the table next to us while we were waiting for our dessert, we instantly started talking to each other and it was great to have a chat and find out about each other. We discovered that both myself and the lady both had had bowel cancer, so it was nice to share that experience with her.
If you follow my blog you’ll see that we use the Hairy Biker’s recipes a lot – we have seven of their cook books and we enjoy following their recipes to create amazing dishes. So, we were saddened to hear the news of Dave Myer’s passing.
I followed Dave’s cancer journey as much as I could mainly because I was battling cancer at the same time and I felt a connection with what he was going through. I think it was a shock because it did seem like he was beating it, he was recording the Hairy Biker’s cooking show on which he discussed his cancer diagnosis and even said that he was enjoying his food once again.
His cooking partner, Si King, broke the news on social media with a heartfelt statement:
Hi everyone, I’m afraid I bear some sad news. Most of you will know Dave has been fighting cancer for the past couple of years. Last night, on 28th February 2024, with Lili, Dave’s wife, his family, close friend David and myself by his side, he passed away peacefully at home. All who knew Dave are devastated at his passing. His beloved wife brought him such happiness as did her children, Iza and Sergiu who Dave loved like his own.
Personally, I am not sure I can put into words on how I feel at the moment. My best friend is on a journey that for now, I can’t follow. I will miss him every day and the bond and friendship we shared over half a lifetime. I wish you god’s speed brother; you are and will remain a beacon in this world. See you on the other side. Love ya.
I know Dave and his family would want me to thank all of you who sent messages of support in recent times. It meant the world to him, his family and all The Hairy Bikers team. I am sending you all much love and gratitude for those simple acts of kindness, generosity and spirit. We are eternally grateful for them.
May I ask you all for one further kindness and allow Lili, his wife, his family, close friends and I some time and some peace to process our huge loss. I am sure I will see you all soon.
Love Si x
The Hairy Bikers met on a Catherine Cookson mini-series and formed a bond over their love of food and motorcycles. From there was borne their own show where they travelled on their motorcycles to sample local cuisines and showcasing their own dishes.
They published over 25 cookbooks ranging from comfort foods to diet books to Mediterranean style recipes.
Whenever I have blogged when I have been following their recipes I always get a huge response – the stats don’t lie! The top one being their Bread and Butter Pudding with orange and raspberries, which is amazing.
Since his passing I have read lots of comments on social media about his zest for life, how he treated people with respect and care and most of all, his sense of humour.
Thoughts also go to Dave’s family and of course, Si. I’m not sure what he will do next, but he will have the support and love from all the Hairy Biker fans and all those around him.
When your two year old granddaughter asks for a unicorn cake for her third birthday party, how can you say no? With a little bit of trepidation I looked on the internet and saw some amazing unicorn cakes, too complicated for me to attempt until I came across one style that didn’t look too hard. I was amazed at how easy it was and so I thought I’d share with you the simple steps of making your own unicorn cake….
It was requested that I make a chocolate cake and so again, looking on the internet I found a recipe on the Tesco website.
The quantities shown didn’t seem enough to make a cake big enough for 14 children (plus some adults) so I doubled the amount of ingredients shown.
Ingredients
220g unsalted butter, softened 220g caster sugar 200g self-raising flour 4 large eggs 1 tsp baking powder 1 tsp vanilla extract 3 tbsp cocoa powder 2 tbsp milk small pinch of salt
Method
Preheat the oven to gas 4, 180C, fan 160C. Grease and line 2 x 20cm cake tins and set aside. Beat together the butter and sugar until pale and then add all the remaining sponge ingredients and beat together until well combined. Divide the mixture between the cake tins and bake in the oven for 20-25 minutes (40 mins if using double the amount of ingredients). Once baked, cool in tins for 10 minutes and then remove and transfer to a cooling rack to cool completely.
Chocolate cake baked and cut in half.
I put the cakes into the fridge just to let them harden a little bit before I cut each cake into half. For this cake I’m just using three layers, so there was a spare layer – so what do you do with that? Easy, make it into a little cake for hubby!
Phil’s Leftover Cake
The next step was to make the chocolate buttercream to go over the cake, this was quite simple:
You can either melt the chocolate in a bowl over a saucepan of boiling water or put it in the microwave for 30 second bursts until melted.
Mix all the ingredients in a bowl until the mixture is smooth.
Buttercream the layers of the cake and also the outside of the cake and then put it in the fridge to harden.
Buttercream cake
The easiest way to cover the cake is to buy the ready rolled sugarpaste – it is a bit thick, so I used a rolling pin to make it thinner.
Cake covered in sugarpaste
The next step was the fun part – decorating it. I made some eyes out of sugarpaste, basically cutting out circles and small hearts for the pupils and then making some eyelashes.
I bought the unicorn horn and ears from Amazon and the pop-dots from our local Co-Op. I coloured some buttercream pink and piped the mane, decorating it with Love Hearts, marshmallows and unicorn sprinkles I found in Tesco’s.
Finished cake!!
So, there you have it – an easy Unicorn cake and I have to say, my granddaughter loved it!!
For the past few years, our friends have gathered at our house for a celebration meal of Haggis, Neeps and Tatties. In the past my husband and I have gone to Burns Night Suppers and enjoyed the ceremony of it: the reading of Address to a Haggis and the bagpipes playing and we were amazed when some of our friends said that they had never tasted haggis before, so we decided to remedy that!
Suffice to say they all loved it and so it’s now fast becoming a tradition to have haggis at our house. But why do we celebrate Burns Night? Who is Robert Burns and why do we eat Haggis?
Suff
Haggis, neeps and tatties (aka turnips and potatoes)
Who is Robert Burns?
Burns was born in Alloway, South Ayrshire in 1759, the eldest of seven children. His parents were William Burns and Agnes Broun and they were a poor farming family. Burns worked in the fields from the age of 15 and during this time he started to write poetry, mainly for the pursuit of women.
As he got older, his interest in farming waned and was taken over by writing poetry, women and drinking. He had many affairs during his life, one of which was with a servant girl who gave birth to an illegitimate child. Jean Armour, who was a constant in his life also became pregnant the following year, but Jean’s father refused to allow Burns to marry her.
He then planned to go to Jamaica with another woman named Mary Campbell, but she unfortunately died before they could leave. She is known as Highland Mary.
Whilst Burns was still trying to get enough money to travel to Jamaica, he published his first collection of poems entitled, “Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect” also known as the Kilmarnock edition. They made him known across Scotland.
These poems brought him fame, money and he was invited to posh social gatherings.
In 1788 Burns moved to Dumfries where he leased a farm and he married Jean Armour. While working as a farmer, he wrote poems and songs with people who were considered socially superior.
He died in 1796 after his health declined rapidly. On the day of his funeral Jean Armour gave birth to his final son, Maxwell. He left behind five surviving children out of the 12 born.
Robert Burn’s birthplace
Why Do We Celebrate Burns Night?
It is said that Burns’ friends hosted an informal supper on the 5th anniversary of his death. They read out his poems and ate haggis, the Scottish national dish, but the following year they changed it to his birthday, although they got the date wrong by four days!
This get-together soon became a tradition which gathered pace and is now celebrated across much of Scotland and around the world.
Traditionally, you cannot tuck in until the host has recited the famous poem – Address to a Haggis and when the line –
‘His knife see rustic Labour dicht, An’ cut you up wi’ ready slicht’,
Robbie Burns
is read out, they will dramatically stab the haggis, dragging the knife through the meat and then the neeps and tatties are served with the haggis.
Lasting Legacy
Burns’ work inspired many romantic poets: Williams Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge and his musical compositions are found within traditions around the world.
Auld Lang Syne is probably his most famous, sung at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve or Hogmanay in Scotland.
Some people believe haggis to be an actual animal!
So Christmas is over, but there is still enough turkey to feed an army, what do you do with the leftovers? Turkey curry(see my blog) is always an option, but how about a turkey casserole?
Searching through my fridge I also found some vegetables which were languishing in the bottom drawer and so I decided to concoct my own turkey casserole recipe – so here we go!
I put the onions, carrots, leek, swede, parsnips into a slow cooker and sprinkled over the flour. Then I added the bay leaves, mustard and tomato puree and mixed this in. The stock was added and another quick stir and salt and pepper for seasoning.
I put the slow cooker on low for eight hours and two hours before the casserole was due to be finished, I added the cooked turkey.
The result was a very filling and comforting turkey casserole which could be served with new potatoes or mashed potatoes, perfect for between Christmas and New Year.
As I said before, I don’t remember much about being in Intensive Care, but I do remember the vivid dreams I had: Goblins running around the ward, peeking behind the curtains at me: a bus crash near where I live and intensive care readying itself for the patients (this was so vivid that I asked a nurse if it had happened!). I vaguely remember Phil visiting, when right in the middle of a sentence I would drift off to sleep and he would wait patiently until I woke up again to carry on the conversation.
After Intensive Care I was transferred to the High Dependency Unit. Here, there was one nurse between two patients, there was also several care assistants who helped with things like giving bed baths, moving you from side to side so you didn’t get bed sores, cleaning your teeth and making your bed.
I had developed a hacking cough after surgery and one particular time I coughed so hard it dislodged the feeding tube that was down my throat. I immediately knew it wasn’t good as I was choking, I couldn’t breathe. One of the nurses noticed I was in distress and came over but she thought I was just struggling to cough. I was pointing at my throat and by this time I was gagging as well. Two more nurses came over and one shone a torch down my throat and immediately saw what the problem was and they whipped the feeding tube out of my throat, I can’t tell what a relief that was, I literally thought I was going to die. Afterwards it reminded me of a scene from Airplane…
After spending a day in this ward the nurses told me I was going to get up and walk, I panicked a little bit, not feeling ready to do this, but later on that day I managed a walk around the ward and sat back in the chair. Phil was very surprised to see me sat in the chair when he came to visit a little later.
I began to drink soup, have some ice cream and plenty of Fortisips, which are a protein milkshake. I started to take longer walks, with my trusty IV drip following me and sitting for longer periods in the chair. They took out a tube which was in my neck, removed the catheter and took out the cannulas, as they had put a PICC line in when I was in ICU. So, I was beginning to feel a little more human again.
I spent three days in MDU and suddenly one morning I was told I was moving to a general ward. I was pleased as this meant I was getting better, but also a little worried as I thought I wouldn’t get the care and attention I had been given over the last six days as the nurses there are sometimes very stretched.
There were six beds on my ward, I was lucky enough to have a bed by the window where I could see the entrance to the hospital and I needn’t have worried, the nurses were amazing, they looked after us all so well.
The doctors did their rounds each day and gave you an update on where you were at, mostly based on the blood tests you did each day. I was told I was doing well, that was until I did a re-enactment of The Exorcist and threw up everywhere.
I’d been sick in the past six days, but nothing like this. I felt queasy and asked for something to be sick in, well once I started, I couldn’t stop and it was going everywhere and it was fluorescent green! The Sister on the ward told me it was because I had a lot of liquid settling on my stomach and the only way to get rid of it was to insert the feeding tube back down my throat. Well, I wasn’t best pleased about that, but if it was the only way to stop it then I would have to do it.
Three nurses turned up and I was told to sip water through a straw whilst they put the tube up my nose. We managed it after a false start but I could feel it at the back of my throat and so I started gagging and being sick once again. They decided to take the tube out and because I had regurgitated so much liquid most of it had gone from my stomach, so they were happy to not try again, much to my relief. I was sick again, in the middle of the night, but I was in the toilet and didn’t tell anyone and I wasn’t sick again!
Another problem I had (like Phil said, there were inevitably going to be some setbacks) was going to the toilet. I felt like I needed to go all the time and when I did it was just a trickle. So the doctors decided that the stents I had fitted in my kidneys needed to come out. I was a bit worried about how they were going to do that and I was wheelchaired to Urology.
I was taken to a room where there were two doctors and a nurse and had to lay down with my legs apart, very dignified and one of the doctors inserted a long clamp watching via a monitor and the other one operated the clippers to take hold of the stent. They did this in a matter of seconds and then the other one just as quick. The stent was a long plastic tube and I have to say, I immediately felt so much better. I was taken back to the ward where everyone, including the nurses, were amazed at how quick it was.
Talking of the other patients: we all had various stomach problems, there were three other ladies who were there when I arrived, one left a week later, one left the same day as me and one remained there. We all got on very well and it made the days seem a bit more bearable. They are long days in hospital, only having blood tests, scans and meals to look forward to and of course, visiting hours.
I was very lucky in that I had lots of visitors, so a HUGE thank you to everyone who visited me, you don’t realise how much it meant to me. Phil, of course, came every day, I think there was only a couple of days he missed, bringing me my spare pyjamas, snacks and just conversation, even if it was just talking about his work, it was nice to talk about something different than my operation!
Apart from a couple of hiccups, my recovery was speedy and I was very pleased when I was told that I could go home. The lady in the bed opposite me was also being released the same day and she was especially happy because it meant she could go to her son’s wedding a couple of days later. I was lucky in that my son’s wedding wasn’t until October, so that gave me plenty of time to get fitter.
Before my operation I did a lot of walking, I was doing around 10,000 steps every day and was quite fit and the doctors said that because of this my recovery was a lot quicker, so that’s my main piece of advice, get fit before you have any kind of operation!
I’m not sure this is what the doctor meant!
On my release date (it sounds like I was in prison!) the lady opposite put her phone on loudspeaker and she played a couple of tunes to celebrate us leaving. Of course, I requested Dancing Queen and the nurses were dancing and singing along as they made our beds, it was so nice to see them having fun.
I came home three weeks after my operation, with the intention of not returning to hospital, but unfortunately I contracted an infection in my stoma. I was told later by the doctor that the HIPIC surgery had caused this and so was in hospital for another week, in isolation, which I didn’t mind and so far, three months later, I haven’t returned.
We went to see the Oncology doctor about a month after the operation where I was told that the cancer had gone! There was no sign of it at all, even when they examined the ovaries after taking them out, there was no cancer on them.
I had an MRI scan yesterday and I am due to see the consultant in a couple of weeks time, so hopefully I will receive the same news from him and also news on when my stoma can be reversed. But until then, I’m taking one day at a time because you never know what’s around the corner.
I hope you have found these blog posts informative and helpful and I would like to say that when you receive the bowel screening test through the post from the NHS, please, please do it, it only takes five minutes and it could save your life – it saved mine!
From the moment we walked into the restaurant, to when we left, we were made to feel very special – nothing was too much trouble for any of the staff (not that we made any demands, but there was a particularly testing table that arrived as we were about to leave.) I loved the décor, it was just to my taste and we were sat at the window!
We did wonder who St. Petroc was, so we went to good old Google and found this: “St. Petroc, also known as Petrock, was a British prince and Christian saint. He was renowned for his goodness to both men and animals and he founded monasteries at Padstow and Bodmin. Although he had been brought up as a prince and trained to rule over people, he had a call to lead a holy life.”
We chose to have the Set Lunch at a cost of £26 each, with additional sides of Savoy Cabbage with bacon and chives and Tenderstem Broccoli with salsa verde.
We both decided on the same courses, Tomato Soup with Basil for starters, 4oz Steak Frites with thin cut chips and rocket salad for Mains and Sticky Toffee Pudding with Cornish clotted cream for dessert. I forgot to take a picture of the starter, but it was just soup!
The whole meal was absolutely delicious, hubby particularly loved the Tenderstem Broccoli and we ate everything, nothing was left to waste. The soup was very tasty, the steak just melted in your mouth, the chips were crispy with a light potato filling and the dessert was heavenly, not too rich, not too heavy and topped off perfectly with the clotted cream.
And just when we thought it couldn’t get any better, a special Happy Birthday plate was presented to the table!
The whole meal, including drinks, cost us £90 . I always say that I don’t mind paying that extra if the meal is worth it and boy was this meal worth it!
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