The Living Wisdom of Trees by Fred Hageneder: Review by Mary Cooper

Fred Hageneder is in love… with trees. This is obvious from the passion emanating from his impeccably researched and illustrated book, The Living Wisdom of Trees (illustrations by  Lizzie Harper) 

Full of stimulating facts, thought-provoking symbolism and intriguing knowledge of the healing power of trees, it is a book that should be absorbed slowly. 

Run your hand over the sepia cover with its beautifully simple illustration of a monkey-puzzle tree. Open it and smell the innocence of childhood, to a time when libraries were magical places of silence and learning, and you will see that each tree — intricately but simply illustrated by Lizzie Harper, a talented natural history and botanical illustrator — is given its place.

From the humble apple tree with its quirky habit of regrowing thorns when left to its own devices, to the majestic willow tree; the bark of which is still used as an anti-inflammatory, then the giant redwood; believed to be capable of living for up to two thousand years, and the humble, thought-provoking yew. 

In the hollow trunk of the yew, a new ‘root’ develops, destined to take over the business of keeping the tree alive. Eventually the old trunk falls away, creating an apparently young tree. This, as you can imagine, makes the age estimation of yew trees very difficult.

In these days of uncertainty, when we are torn between instant profit and the long term future of our planet, take time to be transported on a reflective journey of times past, and allow yourself to be led into a world of hope for the future that is The Living Wisdom of Trees.

HB and Kindle available on Amazon.co.uk

La Bodega – The Taste Of Spain ¡Estupendo! by Dr Kathleen Thompson

 

Tapas? Yes, but so much more. La Bodega Restaurant in Chalfont St Peter has a well-established reputation as the place to go for delicious food, a warm, friendly atmosphere and rather special wines. From a casual lunch with friends, to a big celebration, it won’t disappoint. In fact, I’ll use any excuse to feed my addiction for their heavenly Berenjenas Al Horno (baked aubergines with tomatoes and cheese, to you and me).

But what’s the secret of their success? It’s simple. The owner, Juan Gil Rios (photographed with the desserts), has already created several successful Italian restaurants with his business partners in the Bucks/Berkshire area, including La Cantina in Marlow. So unsurprisingly, with his more recent venture he wanted folks to experience his native Spanish food. And how?

The large tapas menu includes specialities from his home region of Galicia, such as Pulpo A La Gallega – exquisite marinated octopus with potatoes, but also numerous meat, fish and vegetarian options from across Spain – some you’ll recognise, some you may not, but each guaranteed to make your mouth water. And don’t expect the tiny portions served at some tapas restaurants – these are all good sized plates – more like the Spanish raciones. All the food is cooked freshly to order, so if you get food envy, you can always order additional dishes.

Señor Gil Rios also understands the need for good wine to complement such delicious food. In fact he personally selects and imports superb wines at very acceptable prices – naturally there is are some fabulous riojas, but whatever your preferred source country, you’ll find some great choices.

The restaurant is in an attractive 17th Century building, formerly The George Inn, however it’s been transformed internally into a light, spacious and welcoming venue, with a lovely outside area for those lazy summer days.

Most of the staff are Spanish-speaking and are patient and encouraging if you want to practise your holiday Spanish, but if that’s not for you, they all speak perfect English too.

So how to finish? Well with dessert of course. And despite your straining waist-band you’ll struggle to resist the sweet trolley – cheese cakes, chocolate cakes, crème brulée, profiteroles and even the traditional Galician Tarta de Santiago – all freshly made and begging to be eaten.

The restaurant has its own car-park and, in case the wine proves too irresistible, its own aparthotel next door, RiosHouse George-Inn,– book yourself a table, you deserve it.

                

By Dr K Thompson, author of From Both Ends of the Stethoscope: Getting through breast cancer – by a doctor who knows

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Note: These articles express personal views. No warranty is made as to the accuracy or completeness of information given and you should always consult a doctor if you need medical advice.

Cable Guys Device Holders: The Cable Guy Spyro Ice Holder

pyro cable guy device holder Meet Spyro the ice cool cheat code version of the protagonist. It’s the ideal gadget for gaming fans and collectors.

With Spyro’s striking ice blue hair and vibrant purple skin, it will look the part in any gamers room. At 8 inches tall, Spyro Ice cheat cold collectable charges and holds smartphones, gaming controllers and even holds TV remotes. Don’t worry Spyro won’t free any dragons in your home.

Cable Guys by Exquisite Gaming have a collection of these fun phone and device holders. They are approximately 20cm tall and crafted to perfection.

Compatible with PlayStation controllers, Xbox controllers and most smartphones. We love Spyro. He is well made and handy. A super cool addition to your home. 

The Cable Guy Spyro Ice Holder is available here.

Outlander By Diana Gabaldon: Reviewed by Natalie Jayne Peeke, West Country Correspondent.

 

 

What if your future was in the past? Well, read – or listen to Outlander – and discover how complicated it can be.

1946,And Claire Randall goes to the Scottish Highlands with her husband Frank. iI’s a second honeymoon and a chance to re-establish their loving marriage.  One afternoon, however, Claire walks through a circle of standing stones and is transported into 1743 where the first person she meets is a British Army officer – her husband’s 6 times great-grandfather
Unfortunately, blackjack Randall is not the man his descendant is and while trying to escape him, Claire  falls into the hands of a gang of Scottish bad ‘uns and finds herself, as Sassenach an Outlander,  in danger from both Jacobite and red coat.

Marooned and in danger, e her only chance of safety lies in Jamie Fraser a gallant young Scots warrior. Lo and behold,  Claire finds herself torn between 2 very different men – husband or Scots warrior?
Committing the ultimate bookworm betrayal, I watched the TV series before I even approached the audio book, and became engrossed. I was intrigued to see what the series would be like, and I picked up a copy, the first in the series.

I was not disappointed, Gabaldon Is a beautiful storyteller I was immediately hooked. Prior to discovering Outlander, I knew little of Scotland’s history, including the Highland clearances.   Outlander not only brought   history to life, but I found it unputdownable.  There is something for everyone from time travel romance and adventure with some violence thrown into the mix.

With parts of the book being narrated from Claire’s pov we discover more about Claire’s character:  she’s funny amusing intelligent and has a great overview of life even with a potty mouth.

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Jane Shemilt, fabulous author of the upcoming Little Friends, interviewed by Natalie Jayne Peeke

1.Your latest book Little Friends is due for release next month (February 2020). Tell me a little about it and how it came to be.

Little Friends is a story about friendship and its risks; three very different families come together as the mother of one offers dyslexia teaching for children like hers with this problem. The children make friends and the adults do too; over the course of a long hot summer they share barbecues and dinner parties, a holiday in Greece. An affair starts, resentments smoulder but the three woman become close. They watch each other but forget to watch their kids who begin to play dangerous little games. Without realising it, the adults have let evil creep into their safe little world which begins to turn upside down.

How did it come to be?

It was a response to John Updike the American novelist whose book Couples intrigues me as a teenager; adulterous couples in a small American town got together using their children as an excuse; the reader quickly lost sight of those children who were banished to the further reaches of the garden while the adults played their games. We never found out what those children got up to or even their names, but I felt in my bones they were up to no good as unsupervised children so often are. Another noval William Goldings Lord of the Flies influenced me, it seemed to me to be a honest portrayal of childhood for the dangerous jungle it often is, where survival of the fittest determines who will win.

2. How do you go about developing the settings for “little friends”

We bought up three of our children in West Dulwich, a long time ago now. It was near the pretty and privileged little village of Dulwich but like so many areas of London, it you turn a corner you can find yourself somewhere completely different; tremendous wealth can co-exist with its opposite. In a place where different groups live close by, the potential for ne friendships as well as conflict can arise

I travelled to the Mani in Greece to research another story; the Mani in southern Peloponnese is an unspoilt area of rugged beauty; we stayed in an old tower house which was surrounded by olive trees and I realised this would provide another place to take my characters and see how they behaved. I also think it’s refreshing for the reader to be taken somewhere else different from the default setting – a bit like going on holiday. It is also true that beautiful places as settings for terrible things can work well.

3. In little Friends who are the main characters and what makes them tick?

The three couples and the six children they have between them

Eve is a woman born to wealth, an earth mother in an enormous house, careless and generous by nature. she studies how to teach children with dyslexia in order to help her own daughter, and advertises for pupils on Facebook. Her husband is Eric who was her father gardener. Melissa a workaholic interior designer is married to Paul; an architect they have a dyslexic daughter; this little family is highly complex. Finally Grace, a Zimbabwean immigrant and her husband Martin, a once famous writer, have two children between them, they struggle with poverty and live in a high rise flat in the outskirts of the village.

4.Out of all your books, which character was the most difficult to create and why?

The heroine of my third novel How Far We Fall, she is called Beth. The novel was a modern Macbeth tale, built around the lives of competitive neurosurgeons, at the cutting edge of their craft. Beth is the lady Macbeth character; in Shakespeare’s Macbeth, Lady Macbeth is driven by ambition for her husband to encourage him to commit murder; I felt a modern woman would be compelled by her own agenda. Crafting a believable modern story as well as a complex character with whom the reader could identify was challenging but also rewarding

5 Who are your favourite authors to read

So many,here are a few in no particular order;

Ann Patchett.

Annie Tyler

Colm Toibin

Hilary Mantel

Marianne Robinson.

Elisabeth Strout.

Andrew Miler

Margaret Atwood.

Jane Smiley

Coetzee.

Deborah Levy

Sally Rooney

Tessa Hadley

7.What is your writing process like?

I write from home which is peaceful now the children have left; a first draft takes six months at least, working anything from 4 to 6 hours a day; once edits come back and deadlines are set’ then I can be working from 12 to 18 hours a day, re -writing and editing.

I work on a large table using my laptop though the first stages when I’m trying out ideas and possible story threads I tend to use pen and paper and often make diagrams and graphs until I have the shape of my story.

8. You have five children; how do you balance your family life with your writing?

My children are grown up now and have all left home. Having said that if they come home or discussions are needed then they always come first. I don’t think I could have written when they were little; I was working as a GP then and when I came home I left that identity and any problems behind. It’s not so easy to do when you are writing, the story stays in your head all the time; I also need stretches of unbroken time as the story takes its final shape.

9. What is the worst writing advice anyone has ever given you?

No one has given bad advice; you take what you need; advice that isn’t for me may be right for another writer but I’m glad no one told me the truth, quite what hard work it is and how much resilience you need!

10.What your writing kryptonite?

If you mean what makes the writing work well, it’s positive feedback. In this industry you get a lot of edits, many of them about things that need to be changed which of course is essential; what really powers you on though is knowing what you have done right, something is working well. When readers get back to me with their thoughts it’s like gold dust. Sometimes my words have made a difference to their lives and there is nothing better than that.

11.If you could tell your younger self anything what would it be?

You have made the right decision, train as a doctor if you want to, you’ll come back to you first love in the end.

12. What would you choose as your spirit animal

An elephant: I love the sense of the matriarch at the head of the tribe; wisdom and patience and strength are good watchwords for a writer.

13. If you could invite anyone living or dead to a dinner party who would you invite and why

Shakespeare: ask him how he did it.

Freya Stark the explorer- where did her courage and determination come from? What things did she learn?

My mother who died a while ago now, so much to tell her, so much to ask.

Available from Amazon.co.uk 

Jane Shemilt Little Friends

 

In Search of Wellness | Catherine Balavage’s New Health Column

healthy eating, food, mushrooms, broccoli , It started with abject fear. The radiologist would not meet my eye. They were all smiles when I first arrived. I have had scans before and I know, without a doubt, that this time they have found something. When I go home I tell my husband they found something. He tells me I am being silly but I saw it in the radiologists eyes.

It is a week until the doctor calls me with the results. They have found nodules on my thyroid. I had told the doctor about my persistent sore throat many times. ‘I am going to be alright though?’ I ask the doctor. I cannot tell you that she replies. Everything feels very real. All I can think of is my two little children.

In another three weeks I have more tests and another scan. The consultant decides that they are not worried after all. I feel like I can breathe again. The weight of burden being lifted makes the world even brighter than before. But then I feel angry at myself. I have taken my body and my health for granted. I read an article in a newspaper that having sugar in your tea increases your risk of cancer. I rarely have a soft drink but I love chocolate and in July 2019 I took two sugars in my tea.

When this happened I was overweight. Not by much, but enough to make me worry. I have since lost a stone, stopped taking sugar in my tea, exercised frequently, and improved my diet. There was a huge difference in every aspect of my life. After I cut out sugar a lot of people told me my skin looked amazing and I was glowing. I stopped having those awful sugar crashes. You do not realise how awful sugar and caffeine makes you feel with the constant highs and subsequent crashes.

I have started this column to talk about my progress. Not just the weight loss but the improvement that happened to my health. The highs and lows, along with my relapses.

In November I had a medical emergency that required urgent surgery. I almost died. A few weeks after the surgery I got severe pneumonia in both lungs and ended up going in and out of hospital. The past three months have been the worst of my life but I refuse to let it break me. This column will cover everything about wellness as I become the fittest and healthiest I have ever been. From healthy eating, exercise and meditating; if it is about health I will cover it and give you the low down. Here goes.

STEP ASIDE GU – THERE’S A NEW DESSERT DON IN TOWN

Every once in a while a sweet treat lands in our lap that changes EVERYTHING. Pati & Coco’s multi-layered, multi-textured chocolate desserts have done just that.

Picture this, you start by cracking through the signature layer of fine tempered dark chocolate. Once through, experience patisserie folds of luscious ganache and delicate sheets of chocolate underneath before ending with a satisfyingly crunchy biscuit layer at the base. Swoon.

Available in packs of 2, these 80g pots come in four intense and luxurious flavours. Disclaimer, our favourite was the caramel & choc pots, giving decadent, millionaire’s shortbread vibes!

  • Ganache & Choc
  • Praline & Choc
  • Caramel & Choc
  • Pistachio & Choc

Available to buy at Sainsburys

Living with Alzheimers – I wish I’d paid more attention to Paul Daniels’s Magic shows by Chris Suich.

Living with Alzheimers- Bob and Chris Suich

It was a big match day for Arsenal. I’d got the ‘football room’ suitably attired for Bob with the lucky Arsenal gnome, the two Irish leprechauns and the Gunnersaurus. They were lined up looking towards the TV. We were waiting for our friend to come round and watch it with us.
Bob had recently had a bit of an obsession about door handles. He kept trying the handle, pushing them down fiercely (several times) to such an extent the latch was sticking and I couldn’t get into some rooms. The only way I could get the latch to move back was to get my bank card, slide it in the gap, and push the latch back. In the end I had been so annoyed that I’d actually taken the handles off the door in the ‘ football room’. I left the door wide open with a note sellotaped to it ‘DO NOT SHUT’ and put a square pouffe in front to hold the door back to the wall.
Our friend came round and the game became very exciting. The beers flowed and we became totally absorbed in the match. Suddenly I realised the door was shut.
I screamed out in horror. ‘ The door’s shut!’

‘It wasn’t me.’ chanted Bob over and over (who was sitting on the pouffe.)
‘It must have been you though, Bob because you’ve moved the pouffe and shut the door at the same time.’
‘It wasn’t me,’ Bob repeated.
There was no door handle to get out and the door was fast shut. My purse with the bank card was in my handbag – the other side of the door. My phone was also in my bag so I couldn’t even phone a neighbour for help. I had a vision of us all being locked in until the postman came the next day, and us waving frantically at him shouting ‘Save us. Save us!’
How could we get out? I remembered the front door was unlocked – if we could get out of the window. But the window was so small. There was no way I could get out as my back was playing up and if I tried to twist it my muscles might go into an agonising spasm. Our friend is a 6 footer so I couldn’t imagine he could get through the window. But Bob was thin and small perhaps I could persuade him somehow to try to get out.
Bob was the right size but could he understand how to climb out of the window? I started to try to make him understand.
‘If I tipped you up, Bob, out of that top window and held onto your ankles you might be able to do a forward roll like the SAS, do you think you could do it?’
‘Not me.’
That was when I wished I had paid more attention to those Paul Daniels magic shows where they put people into a box and they become very small people, contortionists I think they are called. If only I knew how to make myself that small I could have got through the window. I had a flash back to a show Bob had booked where I had watched a young lady supposedly chopped up with a sword and all the time they were in a tiny space where the sword never went.
Then our friend saved the day.
‘I think I might be able to get out of that window’ he exclaimed.
‘ Really?’ I answered, a little hope in my heart.
We cleared the windowsill of the ornaments and pictures and our friend climbed up. It was at this moment that the ridiculousness of the situation took a hold of me and I became a hopeless giggling mass. Desperately trying not to let our friend see me laughing as he was struggling to balance with one leg either side of the frame. He became that very small person I had seen in the magic shows.

He managed it! He jumped down onto the path. He walked in through the front door and between us we did the bank card trick in the edge of the door where the latch was, and managed to push it backwards so the door opened.
Well, that was a game to remember for all the wrong reasons!

Thank goodness Arsenal won.