Sunday, 30 November 2014

Bombay Masala


I dined again with my pals, Susan and Derek from Worcestershire, at the little Indian restaurant near Music Square, Corralejo, last night.

It's called Bombay Masala. Isn't it a wonder the Political Correctness Police haven't changed that to Mumbai?

The Indian family who run it are utterly charming and courteous.

The decor is unpretentious and unsophisticated.

We ordered small glasses of beer.

Having considered the menu, I chose the Kashmiri Chicken; while the others had the lamb and chicken bhuna.

We shared two portions of pilau rice and one large piece of peschwari naan bread.

My curry was enjoyable and tasty, though I have to declare I prefer the Korma version.

The bill came to about €51 excluding the tip.

They offered us the usual brandy or liqueur and the conclusion.

Thence we ambled several yards across the Square to La Plaza café bar, where a middle-aged singer-guitarist dressed like a cowboy was playing to three boisterous young women tourists.

His rendition of Bamboléo is legendary, I gather (!).



Suitably fortified with liqueur coffees, we strolled back to base. 

Saturday, 29 November 2014

Piazza Grande: II


Alas, the weather in the Canary Islands has been poor recently, to put it mildly (!).

We have endured very strong winds, heavy rain, and local flooding.

In fact I've asked my aunt to send me a pair of Wellington boots instanter!

Nevertheless, I met my new friends from Worcestershire and we struggled against the Elements en route to the fine Italian bistro café, Piazza Grande.

Unsurprisingly they had few patrons owing to the inclement conditions outside.

The three of us took a pew inside, where we ordered a bot of red plonk and perused the menu.

We opted for a kind of daily "Special" which consisted of small, battered, hollow cushions of some sort, with a plate of cured meats and cheese.

This was all rather good.


For pudding I had the apricot and almond tart with whipped cream.

Thence we made a beeline for the so-called Music Square in Corralejo, which was totally deserted.

The restaurateurs had all succumbed to the ghastly weather.

One of the few establishments to remain open was a bar called The Blue Rock. We wandered in, had cocktails, and thereafter departed for home, as it were.

Armagh Lieutenancy

COUNTY OF ARMAGH


LORD-LIEUTENANT


CALEDON, Rt Hon the Earl of



VICE LORD-LIEUTENANT


HAMILTON-STUBBER, Mr Richard, DL



DEPUTY LIEUTENANTS


REID, Colonel Arthur, OBE TD JP DL

RYAN, Mr Patrick Anthony, JP DL

BEATTIE, Mr William James, DL

SHAW, Mr James Derek, DL

DUNCAN, Mr Thomas, DL

MAGOWAN, Mr John C K, DL

ARMSTRONG, Mrs Jill, DL

MURPHY, Mr Thomas, DL

JACKSON, Mr Antony, DL

DONNELLY, Mr Raymond, DL

McALLISTER, Colonel Hubert, OBE TD DL 

DOUGAN, Simon Thomas Alexander, DL

Please advise me of any retirements or deaths.

Friday, 28 November 2014

Antrim Lieutenancy


County of Antrim



LORD-LIEUTENANT           

CHRISTIE, Mrs Joan, OBE


VICE LORD-LIEUTENANT

READE, Mr Richard George, DL



DEPUTY LIEUTENANTS 
                               

RATHCAVAN, Rt Hon the Lord, DL

CUNNINGHAM, Mrs Carol, DL

BROOKE, Hon Christopher A, DL

CASEMENT, Mr Patrick, OBE DL

FRAZER, Mr Andrew David, DL

HILLAN, Mrs Sheelagh Elizabeth, MBE DL

KINAHAN, Mr Danny de Burgh, DL MLA

KELLY, Mr Liam Gerard, JP DL

MITCHELL, Mr Joseph, DL

MONTGOMERY, Mr Hugh Edward J, DL

RAINEY, Mr William Eric, CVO MBE DL

TISDALE, Mrs Miranda, DL

WALLACE, Mrs Patricia, DL

SHIRLEY, Mrs Julia, DL

DUNLUCE, Viscount, DL

SALISBURY, Colonel Neil, OBE DL

McCORKELL, Mr David, DL

FITZGERALD, Dr S Peter, CBE DL

Please advise me of any retirements or deaths.

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

Wooster Advice

I'm presently reading Right Ho, Jeeves, written in 1934 by Sir PG Wodehouse.

Bertie Wooster hailed the spiking of Gussie Fink-Nottle's orange-juice with gin:-

"...it just shows, what any member of Parliament will tell you, that if you want real oratory, the preliminary noggin is essential. Unless pie-eyed, you cannot hope to grip."

Monday, 24 November 2014

Letter from Corralejo


At the moment I'm seated outside the little Italian café, Piazza Grande, in central Corralejo.

Instead of the usual coffee, viz. Leche Leche Largo, I'm enjoying a salubrious mixed smoothie fruit juice  drink.

Since last Wednesday we have endured heavy rain, local flooding, strong winds, and cooler temperatures.

Today, Monday, is calmer. The signs of the thunderstorm remain, however, with some large puddles.

The tennis court resembles a swimming pool!

I've encountered some interesting people during my time here; indeed I'm dining with two of them in two days' time at a Brazilian restaurant.

Tomorrow evening I look forward to a bite of dinner at a Danish establishment called The Ugly Duckling.

It has a limited menu which, to my mind, is good.

Saturday, 22 November 2014

Corralejo Sculptures


There are two sculptures at the old quay, Corralejo.

Corralejo, Fuerteventura, remains essentially a fishing town, though tourism must be its principal source of income now.


The maritime heritage is reflected in these sculptures, of families whose fathers, husbands, sons, or brothers, put to a cruel sea to earn a living.

It reminds us of the hope and despair; the relief and heartbreak of fishermen's families.

Friday, 21 November 2014

Piazza Grande


had a bite of supper at an agreeable little Italian bistro or café called Piazza Grande last night.

It's located at the children's playground in Plaza de Los Niños, Corralejo.

There was intended to be a live musician, though inclement weather called that off.

So I ambled inside, took a pew, and ordered a G&T


The menu is on a blackboard.

In the interim the bar staff placed a complimentary plate of garlic pizza slices beside me.


After some perusal I went for Granny's Raviolacci, three very large pieces of pasta with salty, though tasty, bits of bacon, or its Italian equivalent, atop.

The nosebag was quivering with anticipation, given that I had a hearty appetite on this occasion.

I overheard two other diners inquiring as to the name of the red house wine, so it must have been acceptable to them.


The bill, including two Beefeater gins and another basket of garlic bread, came to €21.

Thursday, 20 November 2014

Morning Constitutional

There have been thundery showers in Corralejo lately, I can declare! 

I find it agreeable to take a morning 'constitutional' down to the sea-front and past many of the small establishments bringing out their tables and chairs or their wares for sale.

En route for Belmont GHQ, I happened upon a small Italian café or bistro called Piazza Grande.

It's located at the town square.

They have several blackboards with the menu written in various languages.

Fresh pasta predominates; and prices are in the region of a mere €5 or €6.

Granny's cakes and Granny's ravioli with butter and Salvia (sage?) sounds tempting.

They have live musicians, too, dependant on the weather.

I think I'll try it this evening.

Sir Les!


This morning I fondly remember my old pal and associate Sir Leslie Colin Patterson.

I'd been recommended a dental supplier (!) by the former Australian Cultural Attaché to the Court of St James, Sir Les.


Sir Les and Timothy Belmont go back a long way, in fact.

I am firmly of the belief that Sir Les has been irreplaceable as Australia's cultural attaché.

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

Episcopal Mischief

Frederick Hervey, 4th Earl of Bristol and 48th Lord Bishop of Derry, was renowned for spending much of his time travelling abroad and little time in his diocese.

On one such occasion, when Lord Bristol had been absent from his See for over five years, three of his fellow bishops rebuked the Earl-Bishop for this.

The Bishop's reaction was typically offensive.

He placed three peas in an inflated bladder and posted it to none other than the Archbishop of Armagh, with the following riddle, signed "Bristol and Derry":
Three large bluebottles sat upon three blown bladders; Blow, bottle-flies, blow. Burst, blown bladders, burst.

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

The Beefeater

I consumed far too many White Russians and, indeed, a few Beefeaters, last night, for my own good.

'Twas enjoyable! And I'm up and about as I type on the iPad.

I can run the blog quite satisfactorily on the iPad, provisionally at least.

 I continue to peruse The Mitred Earl.

The 1st Earl of Charlemont was somewhat less than complimentary in his judgement on the Earl-Bishop's character: Like a shallow stream: rapid, noisy; diverting but useless.

Monday, 17 November 2014

House of Rawdon

The illustrious family of Rawdon deduced its pedigree from Paulinus de Rawdon, to whom William the Conqueror granted considerable estates.

This Paulyn, or Paulinus, commanded a band of archers in the Norman invading army, and derived his surname of Rawdon, from the lands of that denomination, near Leeds, which constituted a portion of the royal grant.

From this successful soldier lineally sprang, 19th in descent, through a line of eminent ancestors,

GEORGE RAWDON, who settled in Ireland, and took an active part as a military commander during the rebellion of 1641, in that kingdom; and subsequently, until his decease, in 1684, in the general affairs of Ireland.
  
This gentleman married the Hon Dorothy Conway, daughter of 2nd Viscount Conway, in 1654 and they lived at Moira, County Down.

He was the only son and heir of Francis Rawdon, of Rawdon Hill, near Leeds in Yorkshire. Rawdon went to Court about the end of the reign of JAMES I and became private secretary to Lord Conway, Secretary of State.

After Lord Conway's death, Rawdon was attached to his son, 2nd Viscount Conway, who had large estates in County Down. 

George Rawdon became his secretary (or agent) and frequently visited the Lisburn area. He commanded a company of soldiers, and sat in the Irish Parliament of 1639 as MP for Belfast.

When the Irish Rebellion broke out on 23rd October, 1641, Rawdon was in London; but he lost no time in coming to the post of duty. He travelled at once to Scotland, and crossed to Bangor, reaching Lisburn on the 27th November. 

The account of his visit to Lisburn at this critical time is fully recorded in a most interesting and vivid contemporary note in the old Vestry Book of Lisburn Cathedral.

The towns of Moira and Ballynahinch were founded by Rawdon.

He was married in 1639 to Ursula, daughter of Sir Francis Stafford, and widow of Francis Hill, Esq., of Hillhall, by whom he had no surviving issue.

After her death he married, in 1654, Dorothy, eldest daughter of Edward, Viscount Conway. She died in 1676.

There was an only son of this marriage, Sir Arthur Rawdon, who was buried beside his father in the vault.

Rawdon was created a baronet in 1655, being denominated, of Moira, in the County of Down.

He died in 1684 and was succeeded by his eldest surviving son,  

SIR ARTHUR RAWDON, (1662-95), 2nd Baronet, MP for County Down. He was a distinguished soldier, like his father, and a leader of the "Loyalists of Ulster" and fought against the army of JAMES II.

Sir Arthur was in Londonderry during the siege, but as he was dangerously ill he had to leave the town by the advice of his doctor. His only son, 

SIR JOHN RAWDON (1720-93), 3rd Baronet, was also MP for County Down.

He married Dorothy, daughter of Sir Richard Levinge Bt, Speaker of the Irish House of Commons (she, after his death, married the Most Rev Charles Cobbe, Lord Archbishop of Dublin).

Sir John was elevated to the peerage in 1750, as Baron Rawdon, of Moira, County Down; and further ennobled as EARL OF MOIRA in 1762. 

He was married thrice: 1st to Lady Helena, daughter of the Earl of Egmont; secondly to the Hon Anna, daughter of Viscount Hillsborough; and thirdly, to Lady Elizabeth, daughter of the Earl of Huntingdon. His eldest son,  

THE MOST HON FRANCIS EDWARD [RAWDON-HASTINGS] (1754-1826), 4th Baronet, was further advanced, to a marquessate, as MARQUESS OF HASTINGS KG PC

Lord Hastings was styled the Hon Francis Rawdon from birth until 1762; and as Lord Rawdon between 1762-83; and 2nd Earl of Moira between 1793-1816.

The 1st Marquess was a distinguished soldier and scholar; and Governor-General of India; a Fellow of the Royal Society; fought in the American war; and was present at the Battle of Bunker Hill.


All of these subsidiary titles, including the baronetcy, became extinct following the death of the 4th Marquess and 8th Baronet, in 1868.
     First published in January, 2012.  Hastings arms courtesy of European Heraldry.

    Sunday, 16 November 2014

    Afternoon Refresher

    Now I do not consider myself to be a connoisseur of that noble spirit, gin, by any stretch of the imagination.

    It's true, however, that I have sampled quite a few brands since I ceased wearing short trousers on a regular basis.

    This afternoon, the sun came out at the old pier of Corralejo, Fuerteventura.

    I stopped for a look at the drinks menu in a pavement bar called Barrakuda.

    They had a fair selection of premium gins, the dearest being one I'm unfamiliar with, known as No. 209.

    This gin is distilled in California.

    Today, though, I enjoyed a beautifully served Tanqueray Ten.

    The staff brought a collapsible side-table; served the said gin, with thin slices of lemon peel and large ice-cubes.

    She poured the tonic-water on to a kind of long, thin skewer into the glass.

    This drink cost €8, including the tonic.

    The No 209 costs €11.

    Saturday, 15 November 2014

    La Taberna


    I enjoyed a very good meal at a little restaurant I occasionally frequent whilst in the resort of Corralejo, La Taberna, Hernan Cortes Street, run by 
    Mine Host, Juan, ably assisted in the kitchen by his diligent wife, Ana.

    Juan happens to be a passionate fan of the major Spanish football club, Real Madrid. 

    He is also a follower of the jazz musician, Jamie Cullum.

    La Taberna operates a unique formula which works admirably, whereby the fillet steak meals are accompanied by a moderate portion of crisp and dry saute potatoes and home-made coleslaw. 

    I ordered the steak - medium done - with a Roquefort cheese sauce. it was simply sumptuous. There was no fat at all and it was so juicy, too.


    Juan also brings diners his lovely fresh crusty rolls with his signature alioli garlic mayonnaise, the best alioli in Corralejo to my mind! I shouldn't wish for any finer.


    I sat outside La Taberna at a pavement table.

    The bill came to €27, including the tip.

    Juan brought me a tumbler of Irish Cream before I bade them Farewell.

    Friday, 14 November 2014

    Bouganville Bar


    I've returned to the stylish, bijou Bouganville cocktail bar in Corralejo several times.

    Last night I had a largish Tanqueray gin and Nordic blue tonic-water, which cost €4.50.

    The blue tonic is purely for effect though its aesthetics are undeniable.


    The decor of this little bar seems to be based on the arabesque or moorish: subtle shades of red and gold predominate.

    The owner told me that she made many of the artistic items herself.

    Thursday, 13 November 2014

    The Earl Bishop's Daughters

    I fancied a curry last night and knew of a good little Indian restaurant at Music Square, Corralejo, called Bombay Masala.

    Having enjoyed my onion bhajis, chicken korma and peshwari naan bread, I ambled round the corner, to the lovely bijou Bouganville Bar; though more about that in another article.

    For the benefit of those not following the blog regularly, I'm reading a wonderful book about Frederick Hervey, commonly known as The Earl Bishop.

    Of his lordship's daughters, Lady Mary wedded the 2nd Baron Erne (afterwards 1st Earl of Erne).

    Lady Elizabeth was married to John Thomas Foster MP, an Irish politician. 

    This turned out to be a most unhappy marriage for her. They separated in 1781.

    Lady Elizabeth was well acquainted with Georgiana Duchess of Devonshire.

    Her Grace wrote to Elizabeth, suggesting that she look after - like a sort of nanny of governess - one of her children.

    The rest is History: Lady Elizabeth and the Duke became intimate, shall we say; a kind of ménage à trois developed; and Elizabeth ultimately became Duchess of Devonshire herself.

    Wednesday, 12 November 2014

    The Mitred Earl

    I'm reading The Mitred Earl: An Eighteenth-Century Eccentric at the moment.

    It is written by Brian Fothergill for National Trust Classics.

    The Right Honourable and Right Reverend Frederick Hervey was 4th Earl of Bristol and 48th Lord Bishop of Derry.

    He was appointed to his first bishopric (Cloyne) by his brother, Lord Lieutenant of Ireland and 2nd Earl of Bristol.

    The desired See of Derry was not vacant at that time; though Hervey was almost immediately translated to the said diocese on the death of the previous bishop.

    Derry was said to be the richest and most lucrative bishopric in the established Church of Ireland.

    The Earl-Bishop's income from the bishopric was £20,000 in the 18th century.

    When he became 4th Earl of Bristol, his annual income doubled by £20,000 to £40,000, in the region of £6 million in today's money.

    Tuesday, 11 November 2014

    Casa Manolo's


    Last night I dined at a small, family-run establishment called Restaurante Casa Manolo.

    It's located at Calle Crucero Baleares.

    Avenida is closed on Mondays, hence a slightly further walk across Corralejo to Casa Manolo.

    This is actually a charming little place. I was greeted cordially and a table just inside the restaurant was suggested.

    The walls are adorned with souvenir plates and family items.

    So far (!) I have been moderating my consumption of alcohol, so I ordered a pot of tea.

    This was swiftly followed by crusty bread and alioli.

    The waitress was eager to show me their specialities, and brought out a large baking-tray with fish they called dorada (sea bream?). 

    Then another tray of individual cooked cordero (lamb) appeared.

    I opted for the fish, which duly arrived with thinly sliced potatoes and a medley of local vegetables.

    The dorada was good: delicate, mild, and easily digested. There were two fillets on the plate.

    The ancient gnashers had an evening off!


    This otherwise fine repast was marred, I felt, by an abundance of an oily sea of stock or liquid, which might have been a mixture of olive oil and butter.

    Tip One: Do not wear your best shirt!

    Nevertheless, it was a well executed dish and the dorada was the main feature.


    On settling my bill of about €17, I was offered a local liqueur which was reminiscent of Irish Cream; and a chocolate!

    Monday, 10 November 2014

    New DL




    Dr Angela Garvey, Lord-Lieutenant of the City of Londonderry, has been pleased to appoint the Very Rev William Morton, The Deanery, Londonderry, to be a Deputy Lieutenant.

    Dated the 31st October, 2014.

    Corralejo: Arrival

    I had rather a restful day yesterday, ambling about the resort and becoming familiar with old haunts.

    Despite abstaining from The Devil's Brew at the airport and on the flight, I decided to let my hair (!) down, as it were.

    Consequently, I parked myself at an establishment called El Cantante, which overlooks the isle of Los Lobos.

    I ordered a Bacardi and cola, requested the Internet password, and began to surf.

    Alas, despite the free wi-fi, it was frustratingly slow and weak.

    Nevertheless, I had a very agreeable chat with a couple beside me, who were on a day trip from the neighbouring island of Lanzarote.

    Thence I darkened the threshold of The Banana Bar, which affords a lovely rooftop terrace and beanbag seating.

    True to form, I resorted to the Tanqueray and tonic-water.

    The Internet connection was faster here; they'll receive another visit from me.

    I'm expecting to dine at Avenida this evening, if I manage to get a table.

    Sunday, 2 November 2014

    Titanic Amble


    It has been a fine day in Belfast: I drove to the city's Titanic Quarter - formerly Harland & Wolff shipyard - this morning for a brief stroll.

    Belfast Harbour Marina, beside the Odyssey Complex, had a number of yachts.

    This marina is at Abercorn Basin; as are numerous, high-rise apartments; a hotel; a convenience store; and a café.


    SS Nomadic is berthed, of course, at Hamilton Dock, which is itself at Abercorn Basin.


    Closer to Alexandra Dock, where HMS Caroline is berthed, there is wasteland on one side of the road, where a "prop" belonging to the Game Of Thrones drama series rests on scaffolding.