Nestled on the old high st in TW, is an oasis of tranquility and calm – The Freestyle Yoga Project studio.
Run by Anna and Mark, it embodies their yogic outlook and aesthetically pleasing vision for both body and surrounding. Looking at them is to marvel at the positive side of physical yoga practice.
I’ve been back today to start a course of pregnancy yoga with Helen, who is another glowing example of yogic beauty.
As I walked up the steps into the studio I felt myself calming as I inched closer to a promised hour of focused meditative yet physical work out.
The studio is beautiful and clean with soft grey and purple, varying textures and oodles of light pouring in through the windows.
Helen has a professional and friendly style, I felt at ease and enjoyed the stretching, listening to her knowledgeable snippets of pregnancy related theory while breathing through the poses and enjoying my body uncurling, de-clicking and hopefully Baby H gratefully receiving calm vibes too.
I floated home…well maybe waddled slightly more easily…
Mr H and I recently holidayed in the Loire region of France in his family’s quaint, slightly tumbledown but effortlessly charming and romantic property. It was one of my favourite weeks so far this year, we took Finn our beloved dog on holiday for the first time as we went through the tunnel, whizzed down the French motorways enjoying the best of our SLK (roof down, wind in hair) and totally chilled for a week buying fresh food at the market each day, bbqing each evening on the stones that Toby and his dad built into a cooking device when he was little and bobbed around in the pool reading books. It really was bliss.
The French market style of shopping doesn’t exist as such in the UK. We do have several farmer’s markets in Kent but they are more for show, over priced and not a real alternative to supermarket shopping. What we do have, however, are some good farm shops, especially in the Tunbridge Wells area. Yesterday I was pottering around with Finn wondering what to do with my day so I visited a new opening for Fuller’s butchers (Hawkenbury) in the old Eridge Farm shop location on Bunny Lane.
Finn was delighted as after spending some money inside on delicious looking bits and pieces, I took him for a walk on the Eridge estate which backs onto the shop.
Tonight, we have some locally produced fillet steak and tomorrow some pork tenderloin. Both bits of meat just looked appealing in that way that bits of raw meat can to a carnivorous being. In our fridge now sits some duck rillette, strawberry vinegar, local goats cheese and some big fat olives. Not quite fresh croissants or juicy vine tomatoes from the French market but some good grub to take us towards the weekend.
We ate in brother in law Luke’s Gastro pub in Balham recently and one of the many highlights was a strawberry flavoured vinegarette. I spotted something similar in the farm shop, to be sampled this eve over goats cheese salad.
I prepped the goats cheese by freezing for 15 mins, slicing, rubbing with flour, dipping in egg and rolling in breadcrumbs, herbs and seasoning. Enjoying my herb garden being useful!
Pan fried and chucked on some vine tomatoes drizzled with the strawberry vinegarette. Only slight mistake was adding basil to the salad which clashed with the mint in the dressing. But pretty good.
I’m not entirely sure why I’ve had a hiatus from blogging activity. I mean sometimes I question the point, does anyone REALLY care about my stuff. Is it a bit too self-indulgent? Possibly. I do like writing though so maybe that’s enough of a reason to do it, a creative outlet. For sure, not working gives me the brain space to move back in this direction and so this evening for the first time in about as many months as it takes to grow a baby (nearly there…) I felt the urge. Maybe I’ve been preoccupied physically growing Toby Jnr, maybe I couldn’t be arsed or maybe I felt like sharing every little anxiety of pregnancy might have been a bit too much of an over share. Probably a combo of all of the above.
Anyway I’m fresh, back and full of beans. I made some Asian noodles with sesame tuna to celebrate.
Bit of an invention really but comprised of enough noodles for two, boiled and marinated for 20 mins in a dash of teriyaki, a dash of soy, a dash of olive oil, the juice of a lime and some chopped chilli, garlic and ginger.
Then 2 chunks of tuna loin rolled in salt, pepper and sesame seeds – seared and sliced. More lime and chilli to serve.
Yum! A success
I realised when I checked this post before publishing that the picture doesn’t really do it justice, looks a bit like cat sick. Apologies, I will work on the photography element to my blog. A target.
A recent success that I am very proud of is keeping herbs alive for over a month! A maternity leave project, thus far never achieved but now there is horticultural hope for me it would seem.
More updates to come with regard to the rather large bump accompanying me 24/7 – soon to be birthed. I’ve had a great pregnancy, felt healthy and stayed quite active.
Very much looking forward to wearing size 10 clothes again and dancing the night away (probably at my friend Carrie’s wedding in Nov which I am fixated on as my re-entry point) under the influence of a glass of champagne or 3 however for now I am Mother Earth preparing to welcome a mini person into the world!
Planes and pregnancy don’t really work in harmony. Even business class with a reclining seat/bed didn’t cut it on the way back to the UK. Uncomfortable bump, feeling sick and bloated made for a sorry twmummy. More so now, with piles of washing to do, life to organise, work to recommence and doglet to be collected. twgrandmummy is coming to the rescue and delivering doglet and some good which is beyond wonderful. I’m currently lying in bed, willing myself to get up, trying not to feel sick and trying not to fall asleep as jetlag requires awakeness until at least 7pm. twdaddy is straight back into calls and work. I feel like a zombie :(
Travelling across more rustic Mexico was a little challenging as sweating in the heat of the day in search of some, any, reasonably healthy and un dangerous grub is less than a good idea. However I discovered one of the most beautiful beaches in the world at Tulum, certainly worthy of a return trip. Vallolidad was less exciting, a vaguely pretty but tacky colonial town where the heat was inescapable aside from in air conditioned rooms and the culture, well not hugely cultured.
I am sorry to say that I am now totally happy and blissed out in predictable luxury south of Cancun at an all inclusive resort that resembles a London 5 star hotel but with a tropical beach and sunshine added. White crisp clean sheets await me every night sprayed with a specially selected fragrance blend, the cleanliness is palpable, the service exceptional and relaxation guaranteed.
I even made it to the high tech gym earlier and completed a preggy person workout. This time:
I sweated into my little leggings and resolved to purchase some maternity gym kit when we return home to keep motivation levels up in the gym at home in TW.
For now it’s back to the beach!
We are in Tulum, twmummy, twdaddy and twbean – it is absolutely beautiful. This is more of a holiday for a friend’s wedding than a babymoon but we have come to Mexico a week early to relax and chill. I’m missing a cold beer at 11am and was astounded to fall asleep at 5pm yesterday not to wake until 7am this morning – but it’s a luxury to be able to do it!
Tulum is sleepy, hippy, yogic, beach bum type of relaxed. We’ve stumbled across a pretty rustic restaurant to eat in later. So far the day has consisted of reading, day dreaming, walking in the waves and laughing. Blissful.
I wondered what being hot on the beach would feel like pregnant. I have a lovely red spotty tankini from Jo Jo Maman Bebe which is actually very nice to wear. I don’t feel like a beached whale thank goodness. The plait picture isn’t me, but I’m going to be a hippy and do my hair like that later for our romantic dinner under the stars on the beach!
Pate!!! Apparently contains listeria MISS IT
Coleslaw, quavers, natural yoghurt, lime pickle, cottage cheese, more than normal LOVE IT
more than a sip of cold beer – don’t want a drunkybean baby now do we MISS IT
no hangovers for at least a year LOVE IT
Sushi! My sisters go for Friday sushi dates. Jel. Ceviche too when in hot countries MISS IT
my flat tummy MISS IT
dressing my growing bump in sometimes figure hugging, sometimes free flowing garments. It’s a new shape and it’s fun, especially when it means new clothes LOVE IT
dieting (no, really) it’s part of me to control what I eat and stay trim through nutrition MISS IT
However, being free from Weightwatchers, The Fast Diet, Low Carbs, Atkins, Dukan…all of which I have juggled for about 16 years…LOVE IT