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WA14 – Friday Chippy Tea, the great British institution

I grew up near the sea, on the Fylde Coast.

With Fleetwood a pebble’s skim away, you were (almost) close enough to hear the rustle of the fishing nets…

Needless to say we were not short of chip shops (for some reason I’ve never been able to call them ‘chippys’. Always chip shop. Like a formal Victorian).

This battered sausage is divine. From the chip shop, you say?

The nearest was a 5 min walk away and it would be on a Friday that those magical words would be uttered…

What would you like from the chip shop?

(ah it makes sense now – my mum says chip shop too).

My answer, by the way, would be

Everything. I’d like everything please. Except mushy peas. For me they’re the work of the devil, and I just don’t understand them.

When I moved to Manchester in 2000, I couldn’t understand where all the chip shops were at.

I mean there was quite often a tribute to the chip shop in that the takeaways offering kebabs etc might offer chips or even a jumbo sausage, but the traditional chip shop didn’t appear to exist.

There does appear to have been a shift in this regard over recent times. Even that great leader of our times, Manchester City Centre, has opened up a few chip shops in addition to stalwart Kingfisher…

I mean, no doubt there’s some irony involved, but still…

But it will always be the ‘burbs that don’t let us down. And so imagine my incredible (and I do mean incredible) excitement when a new chip shop opened a stone’s throw from home. I mean we even share the same postcode…

Residents of Hale, Bowdon (and definitely should be, if not actually) beyond will be no stranger to WA14 Fish & Chips

I mean it literally does what it says on the tin. It’s fish and chips, it’s in WA14. And on a Friday that’s where you’ll find a good proportion of its neighbours.

Now a grown up (I really am) it’s my job to stand in line on a Friday, listening to the frying of the fish, those dulcet tones of the chips being plunged into the hot oil, the chatter of the people in line – the communal excitement growing in anticipation of their pending supper, happy in the knowledge that the working week is over, and chippy tea is incoming.

But never have I stood in a chip shop line in such stylish and perfectly branded surroundings.

But fear not, Hale, Bowdon and beyond, fish, chips and, ok, mushy peas (if you have to) haven’t given way to a 16 course tasting menu with wine pairing. It’s all there. The pies are there, the gravy’s there, the jumbo sausages are there…

see there they are.

so it’s still the chip shop. Our lovely chip shop. But then some..

A range of fish choices, not only scampi but made with monkfish, and a pie menu like a gift from the gods.

Last night there was a distinct chill in the air in Hale (it’s ok – I don’t mean the parking rates have gone up again) and whilst Friday night chippy does not discriminate in terms of time of year, it is definitely best indulged in in colder climes.

And so anticipation at a peak as our food was seasoned (I don’t like vinegar – what an oddity I truly am reader)…

…it was time to leave with our boxes of delights.

Ouch

I was heard to exclaim as we headed off down the cobbled passageway that is Bath Street, our cardboard wares reassuringly hot to the touch…

Home in two minutes, front door shut to the world, no work the next day, the aromas of the chip shop filling our senses (and those of the cat – for the final time, just get off…)

…life is about these moments.

All this romanticism, nostalgia, talking of branding is all very well, but what was the actual food like, I hear my one reader cry (hi mum).

Bloody delicious.

You know that food term we all loathe and I would never lower myself to use…well here is some not food porn:

I opted for good old cod and chips. Served with a slice of lemon and pot of creamy tartare sauce , the chips were double cooked and with the effect that they were seemingly coated in a light batter. The cod was reassuringly white, soft in all the right places, mouth-melting, and the batter delicious and non-greasy.

My plus 1 in proceedings went with a chicken and black pudding pie and chips…

Every chip is the perfect chip

And

Mmmm

And basically silence as he emptied the box.

And along with a glass of wine, a beer, a can of pop, some trashy telly and a deep deep sense of relief and satisfaction that another working week has drawn to a close, what more can you want from your Friday night.

WA14 (and surrounding areas)? Take your place in that gastronomic waiting room on Ashley Road that is…WA14

And remember. Chippy tea is not just for Fridays, it’s for Mon – Saturdays. 1130-2100 (with a little rest from 1430-1630, Mon-Thursday’s).

For menus and full details head to https://fshnchps.co.uk/

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Juniper Cafe Hale – bringing style to daytime dining

They do say that when one door closes another opens and that bittersweet fact is certainly true in Hale Village at the moment.

Whilst we mourn the disappearance of restaurants and businesses, there appears to be a plethora popping up in their place.

The latest arrival on the scene is Juniper. Now the fact the Juniper plant is an evergreen (yes I’ve performed a Google), bodes well for longevity.

I arrived like this (not really I walked).

Already successful in Bramhall, the stylish cafe has thrown open its doors in Hale and having already given its attractive fascia inquisitive side-eye over recent days, I was eager to step through.

Credit – Juniper Hale

The first thing that struck me was how tasteful and chic the furnishings and general look of Juniper are and is.

I had to double check that the establishment really did close at 7pm without an evening service as (and I don’t mean this in any way negative) there does tend to be a distinct difference in ambience between daytime eateries and those which venture into the evening. And Juniper has a feel of the latter.

If you’re heading to Juniper for breakfast, brunch, lunch, an afternoon snack or perhaps early bird dinner with the children, it has the feel of a destination place.

And indeed there’s no missing that that destination is Hale, given the beautiful local artwork on display by Hale artist, Neil Roland, especially commissioned for Juniper…

But does the food look as good as the decor?

Well yes!

But does it taste as good as it looks?

Also yes.

The menu covers a range of light food favourites, although don’t let ‘light’ fool you into thinking that you’re going to leave hungry.

Watching the dishes come out of the kitchen, I went full on meerkat sneaking a peak at those ordered by my fellow diners; smashed avocado, American pancakes, Belgian waffles, toasted bagels, Cheshire spring lamb kleftiko, Cajun chicken and a very exciting looking signature burger were just some of the plates promenaded by my table.

Eyes wide, mouth open, dignity just about intact, I allowed the procession to delight my senses but also to instil the terrible emotional state that is…

FOOD ENVY.

Dear god, what if I’ve chosen wrong.

I mean I had no option but to choose my choice.

Aside from the fact that it’s one of my favourite dishes, the name play was a pun after my own beating heart:

Behold the salad that is, the Hale Caesar:

You say Caesar, I say Geezer.

I was so smug when my dish was set down.

I mean of course I wasn’t.

Well yes I was.

Every single classic ingredient of the caesar was present (yes I’ve adopted such an affinity to it that I don’t even need to say the ‘salad’ bit now) and striking.

It came with parmesan. However, it was a parmesan basket. And parmesan crisps!

The chicken and bacon strips were plentiful, the leaves generous and crunchy, the croutons garlicky and the dressing classic.

My plus 1 (honestly he’s down with being made to be reduced to that insipid description) had to wait a little longer for his but…

*he’s a very patient man (he has to be – see me);

*it was only a very short wait; and

*he got to sample some pancakes whilst he waited.

His fajita chicken wrap was worth the wait.

Crunchy where it should be, soft in all the right places, the flavours worked wonderfully (I tried them just to make sure – my gender confusing name is on the line here) …

And never underestimate the power of a great chip.

They were great chips (again I tried them to allow me to keep on living my truth).

Great chips

I agree, great chips

Nigel Slater and your wonderful way of adding emotion, romance and nostalgia to your food descriptions? Eat your heart out.

And so thanks and praise go to the Head Chef, Saleh Ahmed and Manager, Imad Ammar, who, along with their charming and friendly team, are bringing an additional touch of style to Hale and its dining credentials.

For menus, bookings and indeed all the ‘deets’ please visit the Juniper website.

Now let’s end on another nod to the wonderfully named dish

Hale Caesar!

– second only to Hale Geezer in an exclusive list of locally influenced puns…

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Hale Barns Carnival 2018

I love summer.

With it brings a whole host of happiness in the form of holidays, festivals, galas and carnivals.

And so it’s that time again when the wonderful Hale Barns carnival rides into town.

Or does it ever leave in the first place?

Is it always there, waiting, anticipating and then finally manifesting itself magically onto St Ambrose Playing fields on a chosen weekend each July?

Fellow residents, brace and prepare yourself for this Saturday 14 and Sunday 15 July for the second coming!

Attractions include 2 spectacular concerts, over 280 performers, bars aplenty, an outdoor cinema, gift and craft stalls, a fair and lots more fun, food and fireworks!

But wait. There’s one f missing from that alliterative statement – football!

At the time of writing, England are a mere 90 minutes away (maybe plus 30minutes, maybe plus penalties) from reaching the World Cup Final. And you won’t miss a thing. The Final (England or no England) will be broadcast via a big screen at the event, thanks to sponsors Benchmark Security and Robinson’s Brewery.

So there are no excuses not to head along this weekend. To find out more details (and there are lots!), head to www.halebarnscarnival.co.uk for a full list of activities, times and tickets.

For now, behold the Hale Geezer gallery, with a few snapshots from my own day last year at the inaugural event…

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One Mile Bakery Hale – best thing since sliced…well, you know.

I’ve always associated baking with cakes.

I’m not bothered about cakes as I’ve never had a sweet tooth – I’m all about the savoury.

I’ve never understood why I can’t just have a starter, main and then savoury again. Actually for that there is always cheese. And I am all about the cheese.

I don’t watch the ‘Great’ British Bake Off. I don’t consider it to be ‘great’. I certainly don’t consider Paul Hollywood to be ‘great’. I firmly believe that if you were to make firm eye contact with those steely blues, you’d be catapulted to the depths of a schmaltzy hell before you could say

Paul Hollywood isn’t ‘Great’…

Probably.

**Disclaimer – these are only the views of this writer. Plus I said ‘probably’ so, you know…**

I digress – but only ever so slightly.

But baking is not just cakes!

I hear you cry!

It is bread! Wonderful comforting, soft or crunchy, torn or toasted, taken neat or as a host for an accoutrement, bread is king, and baking is bread.

And so given my previous notion that ‘to bake is to cake’ (I know…), I had taken ‘me as baker’ off the table as a life skill.

That is until last week when One Mile Bakery Hale came into my life, leaving me with, indeed, a new skill, a feeling of inspiration and, most importantly, three wonderful loaves baked by my own floury hands!

Whilst One Mile Bakery Hale’s raison d’etre is two-fold (I will touch upon the first later – for those who just can’t wait, please read on here – come back please though), my focus is on their (spoiler) wonderful baking classes.

I’ve done a cookery class only once before. We all awkwardly stood round in a steel compound (industrial kitchen), nobody speaking, everybody giving each other’s pizza topping choices side-eye, followed by the most awkward lunch in living history as 20 of us ate our ‘masterpieces’ in silence.

The class I attended felt less lesson and more ‘get together and lunch with friends’.

As (well apparently loads of people according to Google search) said,

A stranger is just a friend you haven’t yet met

And whilst the socially awkward introvert in me would usually scoff at such an outlandish claim, the magic of One Mile Bakery Hale left this frightened mouse confident cynic enlightened.

Last Friday I attended Introduction To Baking alongside two other very lovely people and bread lovers.

The classes are held at the also very lovely home of Matt Townley, and right from the off I was made to feel less student, more friend invited over for lunch (and what a lunch – more later) and a spot of baking.

Asked whether any of us had baked before, aside from a one-off batch of cupcakes, I declared myself to be ‘the challenge’ – one which Matt duly met (he’s not afraid of a challenge – he plays for Bowdon RUFC, incidentally. His anecdote of a member of the opposing team leaving the field of play with an eyebrow hanging off will never quite leave me).

As I stood chatting , learning, kneading, mixing and basically baking with Matt et al (or whomever your al may be that day), my beginner’s nerves began to evaporate as the day went on.

Matt has a very natural ease about him, supporting and encouraging his company that all are bakers in the making and it’s all about following your instincts.

There is a clear passion for his craft from Matt and equally, (and obviously) from journalist turned baker Elisabeth Mahoney, who conceived of the wonderful concept that is One Mile Bakery back in 2012, and who I was fortunate to meet that day.

The first One Mile Bakery was based in Cardiff, the basis of the business being a service which bakes and creates ‘artisan bread, seasonal soup and delicious preserves’ and delivers them to customers by bike, all residing within one mile.

Recent additions, Exeter and indeed our very own Hale do indeed follow this premise, along with bringing classes to the masses (I should add that each class is held with only a handful of bakers to ensure intimacy and that personal touch – I just wanted to go a bit tabloid and rhyme ‘classes’ with ‘masses’).

However, both Elisabeth and Matt were keen to stress that whilst Elisabeth shares the ethos of One Mile Bakery, provides a guiding light and practical advice, each baker in literal residence, so to speak, takes the baton (or breadstick? baguette?) and is free to run with it, injecting his or her personality into matters along the way.

This not only includes the way they bake and cook, and the ingredients they grow, source and select, but in the way they conduct their cookery classes.

And so back to that fateful day (how ominous sounding – I love a bit of drama).

Amidst anecdotes of eyebrow extraction and my own pretentious tale of my husband and I nearly filing for divorce over a tense homemade ravioli stuffing session one afternoon (overstuffed indeed), we learned to bake three loaves; a classic white tin loaf, an organic seeded wholemeal and a French pain de campagne (that is, country loaf).

Provided with our own scrapers (forgive me Matt, this may not be its technical term but I’m still on a comedown from being allowed to take it home – I’m deadly serious), ingredients, bowls and places at the lovely kitchen island, we each learned the importance of taking charge of the dough and not being afraid to gently but firmly take it in literal hand and mix, pull and shape it until risen, proved (proven?) and ready to take its seat in the oven.

I loved Play Doh as a child and needed (no poorly executed pun intended – well maybe a little) encouragement to get my fingers dirty.

That said, when it came to flipping my dough over or into a tin or basket, or deciding that my rising wasn’t quite as ‘risey’ as my fellow learners, more reassurance and encouragement was provided immediately putting paid to my wobbly bottom lip, and all was well with the world, once again.

Equally important to the skills we were provided with that day, was the hospitality also bestowed upon us.

Not only were we provided with elevenses in the shape of some of Matt’s own toasted bread and preserves, but lunch too.

The vibrant dancing, summer aesthetics of the dishes laid before us were equally matched by the flavours and as we all sat round Matt’s family dining table breaking bread and chatting (even his gorgeous cat Poppy popped by to say hi), it was easy to forget we weren’t just all enjoying a leisurely lunch at a friend’s house (this temporary memory loss was down to the friendly and comfortable scene, not the 2 glasses of crisp and delicious Sauvignon Blanc I enjoyed).

Man of the match for me – Matt’s glorious watercress soup.

Now I won’t go into all the nuances and practical stages of the baking as I urge you to head along and find these out yourself.

What I will say that over 5 hours (including time taken to eat all that delicious food and laugh lots along the way), I went from bread consumer to bread baker and utterly astounded myself by producing this bounty…

Reader? I’ve not stopped banging on about it since. And it tasted delicious! My bread!Me! Ok, One Mile Bakery Hale had something to do with it.

And given that Matt’s delivery list is currently full (keep an eye out ready to pounce for a place), I feel fortunate that I have the tools (metaphorically speaking but also with reference to my new ‘scraper’), to keep my household in at least three different loaves myself.

I also wish to point out that if you’re lucky enough to get on Matt’s delivery route, all packaging is 100% plastic free – delivery bags, soup containers and garnish pots are not only totally recyclable but 100% compostable too.

And so, on the list or not, with a number of different classes available including French Baking, Introduction to Sourdough and Italian Baking, I urge you to follow my lead and try one out.

Inspired is not the word. Well it is, it just feels understated.

It’s no exaggeration to say that if I can do it, anyone can!

Waste not a second more and head to the One Mile Bakery Hale website here.

Ps I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had to sort out the autocorrect which arrogantly changed matters to One Mike Bakery Hale, so if you seen any I’ve missed please shout out.

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Terence Paul super salon hits Hale!

Hear ye, oh owners of hair!

Hale has a new reason to be.

Hair today and guaranteed to be hair tomorrow (I know, I know!), stylist to the stars Calum Tierney, along with Olivia Hammond, has brought a bigger, better and well more super Terence Paul salon to the village and into our lives.

Building on the success of its previous location, Terence Paul Hale has moved to the previous Lloyds Bank building and the stars were out in force (that phrase always sounds ever so aggressive doesn’t it) to celebrate at the launch party, hosted by Vital Management.

Hale loves a launch and last Saturday at the salon proved no exception.

Many of Calum’s clients were there including Corrie’s Catherine Tyldesley and Katie McGlynn to celebrate the new shinier salon, and give us (Mail online showbiz alert – I love an alliterative phrase so sorrynotsorry) a teaser of how top tresses can look…

(Credit: Elspeth Moore photography)

See how pretty (sigh).

For appointments call 0161 928 0707 or visit the website here for details.

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Altrincham Word Fest – Life writing and Personal Narrative with Kate Feld.

This is an incredibly self referential blog.

I’m writing about writing.

Life Writing, in actual fact.

I’m writing about my life which today involved attending the first event of the Altrincham Word Fest,

Life Writing and Personal Narrative

Writing will eat itself in this blog post. It could only eat itself more if I’d also been able to attend and blog about the blogging event,

Creating Content Online with We Blog North…

a network I’m happily a member of, and a class happening later in the run.

This afternoon, I spent a very happy, inspiring and creative two hours with writer, journalist and lecturer, Kate Feld, a group of lovely actual and aspirational writers, and the two lovely people who have conceived of this rather marvellous festival, Anne Earley and Yoko Isami.

Taking place between 12-27 May, Altrincham Word Fest is

a two-week celebration of writing which will take place in the town.

To quote Sydney Youngblood (my cultural references giving me away, YET again,

If only I could…

go to each and every event along the way.

Fate, a full time job and life plans dictate that I can’t, and after today’s workshop, this makes me sad, in essence.

Two hours was never going to be long enough (unless the session had been shocking, meaning two hours of tension), and I left thirsty for more.

A writing style I tend to gravitate towards myself (write what you know. I know me, me, me and how to use WordPress – a bit), I was keen to hear how a successful writer and essayist hones her craft.

The first thing I learnt was that essay means to attempt or try.

When writing an essay we must be looking for the answer to something. There must be a question.

All too often, my question is along the lines of

Why did I do this thing in the anecdote and can someone else relate or provide reassurance that I’m not unique in my socially awkward ways?

After examining the various forms of essay writing, we were tasked with a, well, task (perhaps it’s a thesaurus I need before a life writing class).

Put pen to paper (or fingers to lap top) and write freely for 15 minutes on something that’s happened recently or is in your mind. It can be small. Insignificant. Mundane.

To quote our mentor Kate,

The exuberant gloriousness of the ordinary

I loved that quote.

I wrote it down and everything.

As usual I had many socially awkward and anxious interactions and concerns to draw on.

I chose an incident from Thursday night. Here is my scrawl and here is it written up verbatim just now (ok I corrected it’s to its) on my ill used vanity blog, Memoirs of a Laura (I know…)

The Ladies and the Ironing – an essay

Waste not want not.

Now I feel I’ve almost been given permission to write about myself, this (along with the incredible injection of enthusiasm) could spell trouble.

Which I will then write about.

Against a backdrop of tales of eating, drinking and general messing about in Hale, Altrincham and surrounding areas.

And Manchester (plug and indeed plug Honorary Manc)

If you love to read, write, learn, be inspired, do make sure to check out the programme of events happening over the next fortnight, brought to Altrincham by

Altrincham Word Fest

Altrincham Unlimited – Alty Word Fest

The Real Story

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Life Drawing and Validation – Altrincham’s Open Studios

I think it may be something to do with approaching a milestone age but I have recently been living at an accelerated speed.

Not particularly hedonistic but in terms of adding to my repertoire of life experiences, things have stepped up a gear.

It’s as though I’m prepping for an ‘end of year’ review in my ‘real’ job (when not prattling on online), except this is an ‘end of decade’ review. Predictably I’m not divulging which particular decade I’m due to leave sometime this year.

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In a blind panic, I’m adding to the (imagined) section, ‘what in actual hell have you done with your life recently apart from developing an addiction to cheese, sparkling wine and watching ’90 Day Fiancé’ incessantly on the wonderful channel that is TLC’.

In order to validate my life (or position at the company who employs me, to further the analogy), I’ve taken on a number of new projects and interests. One of which is Life Drawing.

I’ve always had a keen interest in art, mainly fuelled by me achieving my highest module mark in The History and Theory of Art, during my three year not art degree. It was on that day that I vowed to bang on about this forever more.

I verge from an appreciation of the traditional, to the Warhols, to the sublime (I once found myself on my hands and knees, crawling through an installation (tunnel) of ‘something’ at the Tate Modern, only to find myself out the other end, having seen nothing but darkness.

Part of me added my own deep theory as to what the artist had in mind.

Part of me wondered if my confusion upon exiting was being filmed; my bewildered expression forming part of a bigger installation to be projected onto the Houses of Parliament at a later date, a’la Gail Porter, entitled ‘The gullible’.

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Back to the point, and the purpose of this blog post; that is, giving thanks and a shout out to the wonderful Open Studios in Altrincham, who both locals and not so locals, will know from the wonderful classes they put on, and the marvellous ‘Hidden Altrincham’ festival, showcasing art around the town.

As described on their website, Open Studios is where one goes

to be creative

even if you consider yourself not.

That non-consideration, will very quickly be discouraged through encouragement, by the lovely Jo Cushing who has not only shown me how to put up an easel without trapping everyone of my fingers (although I’m still unable to put it away without smashing it into the ceiling), but the rudimentaries in applying charcoal to paper, and drawing the wonderfully poised and, well, remarkably ‘still’ life models before me.

I have been to two classes so far and any nerves about picking up a piece of charcoal since I was in high school were quickly calmed by not only Tutor Jo, but by the other lovely artists (when I say ‘other’ I mean in addition to Jo, not myself) who have attended the class on a Wednesday at 7pm.

my first stab – apologies to the model

It is at this point I add my reason for this particularly timed post. Walk-ins are welcome to each and every class, and no sign-ups are required. This is particularly beneficial to people like me who may appear flaky but unable to go more than once every month of so. Such as being unable go again for a further two weeks…And so this blog post also forms part of a message to Jo…

I haven’t been for a few weeks, not because I’m sulking that I couldn’t draw that foot properly last time – I’m still keen to learn and have even done sketching homework (not life models, you understand).

Anyone and everyone is welcome, including beginners, and for only £13, receive two hours of tutorage. You even get to keep your drawings! And the smudges all over your face from incessantly touching your face with your charcoal fingers (I’m a face toucher, evidently).

And so in the absence of attending tonight (not that I’m suggesting I’ll be missed), I wanted to encourage others to, to keep my place warm so to speak.

With even a tea or coffee thrown in (I take my own diet coke, admittedly – I’m a strange non-brew drinker), add to your life-CV and list of anecdotes, by popping along to give it a go. And I’ll see you there (in a couple of weeks).

Life Drawing classes are every Wednesday 7pm-9pm, as well as Tuesdays 11am-1pm (when I’m unable to attend, as I’m trying to keep myself in employment during the week).

For details of these classes, all others and the Studio itself, please click through to the website here.

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Ice cold in Alty

It’s been weeks now.

I’ve coughed my way round Altrincham, sniffed my way round Hale, erm…eye-streamed my way round…Bowdon?

It’s colds season and I’m really being spoiled this year.

You’re supposed to just wait it out, deal with the symptoms but I’m over this and want to get over it.

I’m terrible at being a cold sufferer. I wince at paracetamol as I’m terrible at swallowing tablets, gip (it’s a word) when drinking anything dissolvable, and I won’t blow my nose. I know. I struggle with it though, don’t understand the mechanics and find it awful. I try, but I can’t (I also can’t tie my shoelaces in the traditional sense but one blog post based embarrassing confession at a time, eh?).

Yes, I’m the phantom sniffer on the Alty to Manchester tram each morning. Honorary Manc wrote a blog post on tram commuters and the tribes to be found last year (yep that’s me) but she (me) neglected to include sniffers (also me)…

Added to this, I haven’t done dry January, Veganuary (although I did for 3 days before I forgot and ate a sausage roll), or indeed any other ‘anuary.

So I need help. And I need to start with banishing this cold and getting my body back to something that resembles healthy and untouched by the festive season.

To randomly paraphrase tantric-centric Sting, I’ve sent an SOS to the world (well Timperley), and have received a helping hand from the Urban Based Herbalist, Marie Mulcahy:

Urban Based Herbalist

Marie has shared some pearls of wisdom and remedies and for anyone else suffering from a combination of a drop in temperatures, over-exposure to central heating, the excesses of food and drink and all round post-Christmas misery, we can try Marie’s remedies together…

You can’t get rid of a cold overnight. A cold or flu is part of the body’s defence healing mechanism all the symptoms sneezing, sweating, and coughing is the body trying to get rid of the bacteria and or virus that has invaded it. You can help relieve the symptoms herb ally by using the following approaches:

Tisane foot bath and well being drink

Dunk your feet in a strong infusion of the following herbs. Fresh or dried or as a last resort tinctures use 5ml of each herb of from a good health food shop.

If fresh leaf three teaspoons, if dried two teaspoons of the following:

Peppermint, garlic (crushed) Echinacea, thyme and rosemary. Make a strong infusion by pouring boiling water over the herbs. Let It stand for 3o mins with a cover on top this will bring all the essential oils and the active plant ingredients out of the herbs. When cool enough to put your feet in pour into a bowl with the tisane and steep your feet for 10-15 mins. Do three times a day.

Also the above mix can be made up and put in a flask and drunk throughout the day as an herb tea. Every two to four hours a cup.

Fire mix for a sore throat

Two teaspoons of dried sage leaves.

200ml of boiling water

Small sliced cayenne pepper

Or a pinch of dried chilli powder

Two tablespoons of the best honey you can afford raw or Manuka best as it has the most antibacterial, anti-viral properties.

Pinch of sea salt.

A table spoon of apple cider vinegar organic is key.

Mix sage and Cayenne or chilli powder in jug pour over the water leave to infuse for 10-15 mins add the salt and great for killing off infection add honey and vinegar and stir well and gargle three times a day also you can put it cold into a small spray bottle that you can use throughout the day to spray on the back of your throat.

Take warm baths with Epsom salts not too hot

General tips

Don’t do a fierce work out your body need to re-cuperate. That’s why the Victorians used to take a period of covalence as they knew the body needed time to rest.

You can do gently exercise such as yoga or Pilates.

Don’t try and exercise till you stop, streaming, coughing etc. it only prolongs the recovery process.

Do not do a fierce gym work out or hard running etc. with a bad cold or flu you will exhaust your body when it needs the rest.

To rebuild your immunity and as a prevention look at adaptogens such as ashwaganda. Adaptogens (all good herbalists can take you through their use or a good health food shop) help the body deal with stress. The less stressed you are the less likely you are to be hit by a cold or flu.

Finally, and this is one we all know…

Prevention is better than cure.

We can do this and it will be March before we know it.

A progress report will duly follow and for those who are interested in more from the Urban Based Herbalist, click here

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Pop in to the Pop-up at Open Studios this Christmas

I don’t enjoy shopping (stay with me). Specifically shopping in Manchester or the Trafford Centre.

Don’t get me wrong, both are fantastic shopping destinations when nobody else is there. Unfortunately, as much as  I think the world revolves around me, nobody’s afforded me the luxury of closing off entire city centres to allow me to swan round.

Again, don’t get me wrong, I enjoy ‘accomplishing’ goods, be they for me (me me) or others, I just don’t enjoy the push and shove of the busy crowds.

Two or three years back, I became an online Christmas shopper. A slave to ‘tracking my order’. Smugly avoiding all human contact. Mission accomplished. Except it all became a bit…clinical and sad. Yes presents came to me. But in the guise of aggressive, brown cardboard packaging, soulless cellophane, and more often than not, in the form of a ‘sorry we missed you’ calling card.

You’re not sorry. I can tell.

Last year, I found my happy medium and did all my Christmas shopping in Altrincham and Hale (cheating on the area very briefly with Knutsford – close enough for it not to be a total betrayal, I feel).

It felt good to support local businesses and traders, and comforting to know that there was little risk of me buying family members, the same as somebody else.

I still shudder when remembering that fateful Christmas when my brother and I both bought my mum the same Simply Red CD (what, she liked them. Not that much though). And not only that, the same Christmas card.

Whilst the Hucknall horror is never far from my mind during Christmas shopping season, time heals and lessons are learned such as not buying everything from HMV (we’re talking pre-download times).

And so I intend to do the same again this year; that is, shop local. And yes I am still speaking of this in the future tense. Raspberry to those who’ve already shopped and wrapped. It’s not envy – I genuinely enjoy the panic and terror of the mid-December dash. I do.

I don’t.

And so, actually getting to the point. Amongst the already lovely independent shops and market stalls, I was thrilled to hear about the new shopping experience on the Alty block this Christmas – the Pop-Up shop at Open Studios.

Even more opportunity to support local traders and designers whilst finding unique gifts that will make everyone love me

…I  thought (yes I do think in blogpost soundbites, actually).

Located on Stamford New Road, the Studios are hosting the Pop-Up until Christmas Eve (yep – no doubt, I’ll be last to leave), with work from a range from a number of rotating makers and artists – original paintings, prints, jewellery, cushions, bags, Mick Hucknall albums, crafts – I can’t wait to do my panicking there.

Lino prints and t-shirts by Meadowlark Prints
Artwork by Jo Bramall-Smith – Raspberry Art Studio
Ceramics – Gabi Komar

Working in that heaving metropolis that is Manchester City Centre, I’m winning if I roll into Altrincham interchange before 5.30pm, so the Open Studio’s late night opening until 8pm during the week, is of great appeal – especially given the odd time the trams are delayed (bless them).

If you want to get involved on the other side of the fence and wish to sell your wares to lovely, calm, non-panicky consumers such as me, artists and makers are encouraged to call in for a chat.

So with 19 (at the time of writing) more shopping days until Christmas (it pops up at weekends until 6pm too), know that I’ll be popping in before it pops off.

Open Studios
47-49 Stamford New  Road
Altrincham
WA14 1DS

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