Labour of love

I'm making our wedding cake!

Tiers one and two are done (one and two being the top two) and tier three will be done on Sunday. We're freezing them and will take them out the week of the wedding to decorate, so the adventure will be finding somewhere to freeze it on Sunday. Our freezer isn't big enough for a 12" square cake. Some would say that we ought to find somewhere big enough first, but that wouldn't be so much fun that driving around looking for friends or relatives who are better freezer endowed than we are.

We decided on carrot rather than fruit partially because of the house move and fruit cake baking all within a week was a bit much, and also because I don't want to be tired of fruit cake by the time Christmas comes around...

The ingredients:



We have a cake in the oven!


The finished top tier...



OK. So as it turns out I haven't done such a good job at documenting the baking of the cake. But actually, the photos of the bowls of mixed ingredients ended up looking like sick (and I didn't want to put the wedding guests off) and the photos of the baked second tier looked just like the photos of the baked first tier...

Perhaps the decoration photos will be much more amusing...

In with the new

It is now the 7th week in the new home, but already it feels so much longer than that! The furniture has arrived, the unpacking is mostly done, the smells of the old people have dissapated (they weren't bad smells...just other people smells) and it is starting to feel like home.

At the door about to take our first steps inside...



Poking around (or actually, trying to figure out how to open the back door now that no one else was there to do it for us) and reading instructions left for us by our lovely vendors...




The truck and the moving mascot (I didn't have a hat box so the hedgehog had to wear it)



Popping the champagne (in the garden, so that we didn't break anything, obviously)




Oh yeah...we have to unpack all this....

Out with the old...

Please excuse the lack of posts, however one will appreciate that the times, they are a changin'

Way back when I lived in London, on my last Sunday before moving away from said large inner city, Mr P and I went for a walk around his marathon training route (although we only walked about 14 km of it, not his whole 22 km training route...) because I hadn't ever walked along the entire South Bank from Greenwich to Tower Hill. I loved it (and I loved the assortment of random statues and sculptures along the way too). The idea was that P would run to Greenwich while I walked to Canary Wharf and took the DLR from there and meet him on the other side of the river. However, I was rather enjoying the walk and so I decided to walk to Greenwich so poor Mr P had to jog laps back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth to wait for me. So while I walked about three miles he ran about 12. Bless him.

Photos:

Mr P running along the North side across from Greenwich approaching the Greenwich Tunnel (he ran back and forth along the North Bank between Canary Wharf and Greenwich to accommodate the fact that I walk about 1/10 of the speed he runs)



Following the walk through the rather dodgy estates that surely would frighten any tourist, but are rather endearing to me as I have lived on one myself, we once again emerged into trendy territory where we found a lovely set of stairs in the middle of the path just so...



And the ship repair yard...



One of the things I liked about this area is that they have kept the old docks largely intact whereas they have been changed quite significantly on the North Side...



And some men just "sitting of the dock of the..." oh, just sitting on the dock...



Another random sculpture across from Canary Wharf:



A City Farm (with pigs, if you look really hard...)



We had a stop at a lovely pub that served some of the best Thai Food I've had in ages..



...and we befriended a ladybug...



Represent!



The Anchor is here, but the boat appears to have got away!




Phil checking out what they read just before they boarded the Mayflower...



The Mayflower Pub...at the site (or thereabouts) of where the Mayflower left from. Not sure the Puritans stopped in for a pint first though...



King Edward Park (my local) from across the river...




Ah! Tower Bridge! The beginning of the home stretch!



Butler's Wharf. One of my earlier discoveries but still loved location...



Truth be told, my feet were terribly sore, so I'm afraid that St Katherine's dock to my house on the north side got neglected!