Friday, 31 August 2012

07/07/2012 - 10/07/2012 - Wine in Win(e)chester


A toast to the happy couple - Mr and Mrs Spampinato... How do you say that name again?


Annaliza had been on the
shrinking pills again
Yep Andy - we did get some
photos... The best of a bad bunch!
For anyone interested in Andy's travel
adventures - http://tbc234.wordpress.com/

Headed back to das Capital, where we had a couple of nights in London for more catching up with friends and family before heading down South once again. Firstly, a stop off in Fareham to spend the night with Auntie C for a good chinwag and a lovely feed. Only downer was Tony slamming the car door onto his fingers – don’t try that at home!






Never has a signature been so enjoyable!
Another wedding, another
beard trim

Kathryn and Dan’s wedding in Winchester was next, so after cutting it a little fine on getting to the hotel we were treated to another brilliant occasion. Set in the countryside outside Winchester in the fantastic Clock Barn - the English weather was unchanging but no matter - it was brilliant to share a few wines with the crew and lots more dancing! Thanks Kathryn and Dan for an awesome day and enjoyable recovery session on the Sunday. The less said about Tony’s undies the better….




Casa Dawson, depleting the red wine stocks...
'The' Round Table

With Murray offering up more resistance in the Wimbledon final than expected, we headed to the Dawsons (Balfour family friends) in Winchester. It had been over 4 years so there was lots of reminiscing to be done and the reknowned Dawsons hospitality was in full-flow (as was the red wine!). Unfortunately we missed Bazza but Jayne and George ensured we were well looked after and even provided the nomads with a place to stay for the night – thanks again guys!
King Alfred of Winchester




Luckily for us, we weren’t in the 7am train to London party (still feel for you George and Tom!), and could enjoy a relaxed morning with Jayne. Took in the sights of Winchester (thumbs up all round, even if the round table was fabricated - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Round_Table) before heading to the New Forest.  Driving past a B&B advertising a Spa room felt like fate was giving us a serious nudge, so an afternoon with the feet up was complemented by some good honest pub grub for din dins.



The New Forest - Thatched cottages and wild horses - tick!
Portsmouth port
Had a roam in the New Forest amongst thatched houses and wild horses (yep – we didn’t really believe it either!) before heading to Portsmouth, where we unfortunately didn’t have the time to see the recovered ruins of the Mary Rose (brought up from the sea on Annaliza’s birthday!)– we had a working ship to catch! It didn’t disappoint, being the most cruise-esque ship either of us have ever been on. Couldn’t get carried away though – our continued nomad status meant we took on homemade sarnies to last us through the 24 hour crossing. 

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