Thursday, 26 November 2015

WIN Bedding For Life Competition!

I love my bed, I mean, I REALLY love my bed. I get a bit excited at bed time and still do a little cold dance under the covers when I first jump in. Leaving my bed in the mornings is a painful affair where I want to stay snuggled up for hours.

There is nothing better than crisp fresh clean bed sheets, perfectly ironed, perfectly made, with plump pillows and a warm snuggly duvet..... Well actually there is something much better and that's crisp clean Brand New bed sheets EVERY year for life!!! 

I have stumbled across exactly that in this fantastic competition from elinens where you can win £100 worth of bed linen every year of your life!!!
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Monday, 26 October 2015

Wet weather weekends are the perfect reason to stay indoors and bake!

With the weather turning wet, windy and wild over the weekend it's time to stay indoors in the warm and put my baking hat back on.

With a whole weekend to myself I decided to make not one but two bakes this weekend starting with a gorgeous carrot and walnut cake with cream cheese frosting. Followed by a rustic scotch egg pie.
Having a peek in the fridge on a soggy Saturday morning I noticed the sheer amount of carrots lurking in the salad draw and thought to myself what a great excuse to make a delicious carrot cake.
Carrot Cake
I trawled through my recipe books at home and couldn't find a recipe that I liked and headed off onto the Internet to stumble across this recipe by Paul Hollywood. Looking in the cupboards and not wanting to go out in the rain I amended the recipe slightly to feature walnuts instead of pecan nuts and I had to miss out the mixed spice as this was missing from the spice rack, however I did increase the Cinnamon and ginger slightly to make up for this missing ingredient.

Carott Cake By Paul Hollywood
155ml sunflower oil, plus extra for greasing
230g self-raising flour
 1 tsp baking powder
1½ tsp ground cinnamon
½ tsp mixed spice
½ tsp ground ginger
230g light brown muscovado sugar
Finely grated zest of 1 satsuma or mandarin, plus strips to decorate
100g pecans, halved
260g carrots, coarsely grated
 3 medium free-range eggs, beaten

For the icing 
50g butter, softened
200g full-fat cream cheese
150g icing sugar, plus extra to dust
2 tsp orange juice

01. Preheat the oven to 180°C/fan160°C/gas 4. Grease an 18cm loose-bottomed round cake tin and line the base with baking paper. Sift the flour, baking powder and spices into a large bowl. Add the sugar, zest, pecans and grated carrots, then stir until well combined. Stir in the beaten eggs and oil, then mix well. 

02. Pour into the prepared cake tin and bake in the oven for 1 hour or until a skewer comes out clean. Transfer to a cooling rack, leave in the tin for 5 minutes, then turn out and leave to cool completely before icing. 

03. For the icing, beat the butter in a large bowl with a hand mixer until really soft. Add the cream cheese and beat again until well mixed. Sift over the icing sugar, add the orange juice, then beat until smooth. Store, covered, in the fridge until needed. 

04. To decorate, fill a piping bag fitted with a plain, small nozzle with icing, then carefully pipe lines across the top of the cake. Give the cake a quarter of a turn and pipe more lines across. Dust with a little icing sugar and scatter some grated satsuma/mandarin zest on the top. 

I've got to say the bake went beautifully, an easy recipe to follow and a great cake and once cooled I moved onto creating the cream cheese frosting. Sadly this is where mt cake was a little bit of a let down. I had bought a healthy living version of cream cheese rather than full fat and it was seriously watery. I tried to make up the icing the best I could but the liquid icing was impossible to thicken up.

Even half a box of icing sugar later couldn't help! A light drizzle of the icing was used on top of the cake and it tasted delicious even if there was a lot of wasted icing and it wasn't quite like the picture.

Moral of the story, don't be healthy when baking! Always use full fat cream cheese when it tells you to. Hopefully the judges on the Great Denby Bake off aren't as strict as Paul Hollywood and will give me credit for my resourcefulness and adaptation of the recipe.
Carrot Cake

Whilst that cake was cooling it was time to make me a pie! This weekend I was joined at home by my poorly partner with a snuffly flu type cough and cold. What better way to make your loved one feel better than with home made pie. Again heading straight to the Internet I found a recipe for a scotch egg pie from the BBC and this time I altered the recipe slightly to feed just the two of us.

Scotch egg pie - BBC
8 medium eggs
14 Lincolnshire sausages
1 tsp ground mace
1 tbsp thyme leaf
100g fresh breadcrumbs
500g pack shortcrust pastry flour, for dusting
1 tbsp sesame seed

01. Put 6 of the eggs in a large pan of cold water. Bring to the boil, then remove from the heat. Leave for 5 mins, then lift out eggs and cool under cold running water. Peel. 

02. Snip the ends of the sausages and squeeze the meat out into a mixing bowl. Add the mace, thyme, 75g of the breadcrumbs, 1 remaining egg and some ground pepper, and mix together well – you’ll probably need to get your hands in. 

03. Heat oven to 200C/180C fan/gas 6. Criss-cross 2 long strips of baking parchment in a 20cm pie tin or round cake tin (to help you lift out the pie). Roll out half the pastry on a lightly floured surface to line the tin. Scatter remaining breadcrumbs over the base of the pastry, then pat in about a quarter of the sausage mixture. Evenly space the peeled eggs on top, then gently pack the meat around and over – trying to evenly cover the eggs without leaving any gaps. 

04. Roll out remaining pastry, cover the pie, then trim the edges. Pinch and crimp edges to seal, poke a steam hole in the top, then glaze with the final egg, lightly beaten with a fork. Scatter with the sesame seeds, then bake for 30 mins. 

05. Remove the pie from the oven and carefully remove it from the tin. Place on a baking tray and return to the oven for 10 mins to brown the sides of the pie. Transfer to a wire rack to cool, then serve in chunky wedges. 
Scotch Egg Pie

I made my own home made pastry and whilst this chilled in the fridge I moved over to hard boil some eggs and make the sausage meat mixture. Once these were done it was time to assemble the pie and bake.
My only criticism on this pie is that the pastry was maybe a bit too thick and I had to bake the pie for slightly longer as sections were a little doughy. But that was my fault making too much pastry and insisting on using it all! I love to be a bit naughty and love pastry so the thick delicious pastry wasn't a problem but next time I will use slightly less and save my waistline the trauma of eating additional pie pastry!
Scotch Egg Pie

All in all both recipes were great, both easy to follow and easily adjusted to what I had in the cupboard and avoiding any trips to the local shops in the gale force winds and sideways rain.

I will definitely make both items again and the best bit of news, the pie and cake made my poorly boy feel better.

Wednesday, 14 October 2015

Running The Cardiff Half Marathon

This time last year going for a run was something that I did not do. I couldn't run for 5 minutes, I had running trainers but these were about 10 years old and hadn’t seen the light of day for many years. But after hearing about Park Run I attended my first 5km run in December 2014.

I started off jogging and soon found myself out of breath and walking around the 5km course but I got around the course and although I came in last with only the tail runner behind me I felt great having attempted to run again. The following day I could barely walk, my muscles hurt, going up and down stairs was a challenge but after a few days of this wearing off I was already thinking about going to Park Run the following week.

As the weeks went by I was not only going to Park Run on a regular basis I was getting quicker and beginning to really enjoy running. As the weeks passed I bought new runner trainers, new running clothes and was really getting into my new hobby.

As the spring approached, so did my 30th birthday and with this I decided that what better way to celebrate then signing up to do my first half marathon. In May 2015 I signed up to run in the Cardiff Half Marathon in Cardiff in October 2015. I figured that was plenty of time to get fit. What I hadn't anticipated was that not long after my 30th birthday I had pulled a muscle in my calf that just would not heal.

After weeks and weeks of treatment through the physiotherapist and the chiropractor and joining a weekly yoga class just six weeks before the big day I did my first run in three months. The massive break was absolutely heart-breaking. I had only just found something that I really enjoyed and was really looking forward to it and all this seemed to be in jeopardy with my injury.

However those six weeks before the half I started training, I started with walking gently building up the miles walked before adding a one mile run in themiddle of my walk. Slowly I gradually started to build the distance back up and hoped that in just six weeks I would be able to run a whole 13.1 miles.

The weekend of the half marathon arrived and we left Cornwall and drove the three hour journey up country and across into Wales. Arriving in Cardiff we ventured into the runners village to get our bearings to know where to head the following morning. We then found the hotel and had a lazy evening of carb loading and watching movies.
Nervously waiting to start my first half marathon
Nervously waiting to start my first half marathon

As the morning of the race approached I couldn't sleep and woke up at 6am full of nerves and excitement. I tried to get some breakfast down me but being so nervous and up so early I could only manage to eat a small cereal bar. Not before long it was time to leave the hotel and take the 30 minute walk from the hotel to the start line. As we left our room there were lots of other runners also out early on the Sunday morning and we followed crowds of people walking the same direction in running clothes into the city centre.

Waiting to run the Cardiff Half Marathon
Waiting to run the Cardiff Half Marathon
Looking at the crowds at the start of the cardiff half marathon
Looking at the crowds at the start of the cardiff half marathon
Finding my pen, which wasn't hard as it was the slowest pen of the day right at the back, I joined the massive queue for the portaloo and after a 20 minute wait there, it was time to line up and get ready to run. There was literally 5 minutes to spare where I strapped my phone to my arm, arranged my headphones and gave my hoody to my partner and it was time to go. The crowds sang the Welsh national anthem, which I didn't know but it felt rather patriotic with 20,000 people all singing along. As each of the pens were released the gun would sound, the runners would set off and we would shuffle forwards getting closer and closer to the start line. Being my first half marathon I was really excited and really nervous, I was carried along in the crowds and the excitement and it hadn't really dawned on me about the actual run ahead.
Team Panda at the Cardiff Half Marathon
Team Panda at the Cardiff Half Marathon
Before I knew it we headed around the corner of Cardiff castle and the start line was in sight, the gun sounded and the pen in front of us were off and it was now our time to go. It was about 15 minutes since the official start at 9.00am when our gun fired, my heart skipped a beat and we were off. Cheering, screaming, clapping, the crowds were amazing, I bounced along smiling as I went, waving at completely random people as they called my name off of my running vest.
Approaching the start line at the Cardiff half marathon
Approaching the start line at the Cardiff half marathon
Crowds pour through the start of the Cardiff Half Marathon
Crowds pour through the start of the Cardiff Half Marathon
 Then the crowds died down, the runners started to spread out and we got into our groove and It was there, I was running my first ever half marathon! The emotions came over me in waves, running behind someone which had 'Nan' on their running vest and running for Cancer Research made me well up and felt a sense of amazement that I was one of these awesome people up early on a Sunday morning doing something gruelling to help others. I was doing this to raise money for WWF and help the environment and endangered animals and again feeling a sense of pride the emotions of the day washed over me. 

After about 15 minutes we had left the city centre and was now running alongside industrial area and car show rooms the crowds of support were not as present in this area and this was when it started to dawn on my just how much of a journey I was going on this morning. I don't know Cardiff and I had never done a half marathon before so all was a new experience to me. After several more minutes of running I saw the sign to mark the two mile point. I'm not sure what happened to the 1 mile mark I must have missed this but hitting the 2 miles it really dawned on me just how far this run was going to be.

Just after the 2 mile mark an ambulance sounded it's sirens and started to gently work its way through the runners to some body in need. This completely shocked me into reality, this wasn't a 5km park run jog around, this was a massive challenge and I had over ten miles to go and already people were in trouble and needing assistance. In my mind I thought about my run and worked out in my head that I would use an energy gel at each 4 mile marker and I only had 2 miles to go until my first boost of energy.

Reaching the 4 mile mark I reached for my first energy gel and managed to squeeze most of the contents of the sachet all over my hands and down my front and found myself in an awful sticky mess! Now not only was the realisation that I was running on empty and the cereal bar that I had for breakfast several hours earlier wasn't much sustenance to run 13 miles, my first energy gel was all over my body rather than in my body.

My mood was picked up by the glimpse of boats on the water and the sound of music up ahead and I picked my head up consumed what was left in my energy gel and carried on. As I continued plodding along I soon reached the Cardiff barrage and was jogging along by the sea. Having lived in Cornwall for the last 9 years seeing the sea gave me another boost and before I knew it I was passing through the 5 mile marker.

Continuing along the marathon course I turned right away from the water and headed through the six mile marker and passed through the water station where I was grateful for a bottle of water not only to drink but to rinse over my hands to remove some of the sticky mess that I had got into a couple of miles previously. I ran through cheering crowds, live music and lots of support, passing under a poster saying nearly halfway there I was feeling really strong and really enjoying the run.
Spotting me on the television at the Cardiff Half Marathon
Spotting me on the television at the Cardiff Half Marathon coverage on the BBC
I knew that I was now working towards seeing the support from my boyfriend who had promised to try and see my pass at mile eight.
To get to mile seven and eight was a little bit challenging, as you left the beauty of the harbour and the distraction on the sights and crowds the miles went by quite quickly. However the next two miles were up and over a duel carriageway. There were a few supporters on the side of the road, some set up for the morning with deck chairs and flasks but the gradual uphill over the roads below and seeing cars whizzing up alongside us on the other side of the dual carriageway was mentally quite draining but as we reached the end of the dual carriageway we headed back into the city and back into roaring crowds of support.

It seemed that mile seven on that dual carriageway was ages ago and I was now starting to feel the run in my legs but I knew that seeing my boyfriend would spur me on. As I started getting to what I thought would be closer to mile eight where we had agreed he would try and see me the crowds were all starting to build. I kept to the middle of the road and scanned left and right desperately trying to spot him. To my delight I could see him up ahead on the left, I started to weave in and out of runners and make my way over to the side of the road with a swift high five and a shout of good luck I continued and headed towards mile 9.

I was really starting to feel it now and consumed another gel shot, this time I opened it more carefully and managed to actually eat the majority of the gel. The support around these miles was great there were crowds in the streets cheering us on there were people holding out trays of jelly babies and the local church offering out cups of water. After mile 9, I approached an out and back section and got a glimpse of people 2 miles ahead of me passing me at their mile 12 point and it was here that I really hit the wall.

As I approached mile 10 we were running alongside the Roath Lake. I passed an old peoples residential home where all the elderly were sitting outside wrapped in blankets holding up signs saying only 2.5 miles to go. It was here I started to hit the wall, 2.5 miles to go, this was like doing another whole parkrun. I was seriously flagging, I kept getting glimpses of the runners on the other side of the lake that were closer to finishing and I was really struggling on through. I turned the corner at the top of the lake and knew we were heading back into the city now and then BAM. I got cramp in my toe!

I wiggled my toes to try and rid the cramp and then it went from cramp in a toe to my whole leg going stiff, cramping and into spasm. I went from the steady paced jog that I had been doing for the last 2 hours to a walking limping cramping mess. I decided that now was the time to consume my last energy gel to get me through the last 2 miles. I could see the mile 11 marker in the distance and told myself to walk and consume the gel and consume some water and hope that the cramp would soon go. Of which it did and with people calling my name and cheering me on I picked up the limpy walk fritted my teeth and got back into a slow jog and found myself getting back into the grove a bit... and then comes the hill!!!!
I was warned about the hill at mile 12 and I looked at the gradient map and though pfffft If I can do Lanhydrock Park Run which is one of the toughest park runs in the UK then this hill would be a doddle. OH how wrong could I be, the minute I hit the change in gradient and the change in pace the cramping and twinging fired back into my leg. I walked up the hill and was joined by a fellow panda named James also running for the WWF. We walked up the hill together chatted a bit and then both reached the top, commended each other and were ready for one last mile to the finish line.

At this point things start to become a blur, as you reach the city centre the crowds start to build and the runners start to funnel in close to each other and sweep through the city roads. At this point I'm not really thinking about anything, just concentrating on not stopping and keeping one foot in front of the other and as I turn a corner I see it. The Finish Line. It's literally a 100 metre run to the end, I was coming to the end of my first half marathon.

I raised my arms in celebration at crossing the finish line and get chorused through by volunteers passing you water, bananas and directing you to receive your sized running t-shirt and finally your medal. I heard my name being called and realised that my boyfriend was there at the finish line and had watched me come through. I walked over for hugs and continued to walk through to the exit of the finish line.
With my medal at the Cardiff Half MarathonMandi Brooks with my medal at the Cardiff Half Marathon
I didn't want to stop at this point, I felt like I was floating I just kept walking. I drank the water, had a recovery sachet and ate my banana and finished with a massage and wasn't feeling too bad so headed back to the finish line to support any runners still yet to finish. After cheering and waving and clapping other runners through we decided we should start making our way home as we had another half hour walk back to the car and a three hour drive home. The walk back to the car was gruelling I really was hurting at this point. The back of one knee and the opposite hip were throbbing and upon reaching the car I flopped into the passenger seat where my partner kindly drove us home.

Mandi Brooks with my medal and T-Shirt at the Cardiff Half Marathon
Mandi Brooks with my medal and T-Shirt at the Cardiff Half Marathon
I wore my medal and commemorative t-shirt the whole way home and felt so proud. The next few days were interesting when walking upstairs but after a couple more days my legs were feeling more normal.

I had done it, I had run a half marathon. From my first ever Park Run to a half marathon in just 10 months and I had raised over £400 for the WWF.

Running my first half marathon in 2 hours 23 minutes
Running my first half marathon in 2 hours 23 minutes
I felt AWESOME and it wasn't long before I was back at Park Run the following week and already perusing through the internet finding out what my next run to enter would be.

Thursday, 24 September 2015

My favourite running route in the Cornish Countryside

Since I've started running again I have been lucky enough to enjoy a few evening runs at home in my local area. Most of my evening running has been during winter evenings and that has meant running in the dark. Wearing hi vis clothing and running where there are street lights.

However where I live there are no streetlights so as soon as the nights fully draw in again it will be back to running in the towns that are lit rather than countrysides and coastpaths.

One of my favourite runs is one of the shorter runs with a circular route of just 4 miles that takes in Ruthvoes and Indian Queens in a loop.

It's a great little loop, not too short to not give you a good sense of achievement but equally not too long to get bored. I use the endemondo ap on my phone and find myself competing with a previous time to try and be faster each time I run that route.

It starts off gently on the flat then goes down hill gradually before a steady up hill. It's this up hill section that pushes me. I would be lieing if I said I enjoyed this bit but once at the top of the hill there's a nice flat section to recover before a fast downhill to the end of the route.

I have done this route twice in the last week and each time I have got a little bit faster. The first time I had to walk sections of the uphill whereas the second time i didn't so I must be getting fitter and stronger some how.

Where is your favourite run?

Do you get bored doing the same route?

Do you compete with your self to get faster on a similar route?

I'd would love to hear your comments below.

Mandi xxxx

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

Being Hugely Inspired at The Truro Half Marathon

As many of you know I started running in December 2014 and when I reached my 30th Birthday I decided I wanted to enter my first ever Half Marathon. It wasn't long before I found an event 6 months on from my big birthday and I was filling in the forms and signing up to run the Cardiff Half Marathon in October.

However it hasn't been plain sailing at all, with a nasty calf injury that knocked me for six and cost me a fortune to get treated. But after nearly 3 months with no running, in mid August I was tentatively putting my trainers back on and beginning to endure gentle runs.

Starting with just walking, then gradually building up to walking, with a little run in the middle to now running again I feel slightly more confident for my first ever half marathon that's happening in less than two weeks at the Cardiff Half!

The first few months of my journey back into running were amazing, I attended the weekly ParkRun events at Lanhydrock in Bodmin and got faster and faster and felt fitter and fitter. I then joined the local Newquay Road Runners group for beginners on a Tuesday night and entered my first event with the team taking part in the cubert 5 mile run. Since that event back in June I've barely managed a night at Newquay Road Runners since because of my calf.

Even now I'm back running I'm taking it very easy with walking and running to build up in my own pace. I love going to the club and it does push me especially when we do sessions on the grass as the competitive side of me comes out. However right now I'm doing my own light training to get me through the Cardiff Half, hopefully without injury and I can't wait to return to Newquay Road Runners soon.

I recently watched the Great North Run on the television and felt all kinds of emotions whilst watching. There was the initial nerves whilst watching thinking 'Ekkkk that'll be me in a few weeks' to then feeling overwhelmed watching the elite athletes compete the course of 13.1 miles in an hour! An hour!!!! OK so I know that's Mo Farah and he is the worlds fastest runner and completed the course in 59 minutes 22 seconds!!! But still an HOUR! Pretty impressive stuff.

Now I'm a beginner to running, I've only started less than 12 months ago and then lost three months due to injury so I'm just wanting to get around the course in one piece. Hearing the news that four people actually lost their lives at the Great North Run really made me realise this isn't just a quick blip around the park. 13.1 miles is a serious distance. Now my initial goal before injury was to complete in 2 hours 30 minutes but anywhere under 3 hours I really would be happy with, considering my injury and how I've been running for less than 12 months just completing my first marathon will be a massive achievement.

On Saturday I went down to Truro City centre to watch and support the Truro Half Marathon. A much smaller affair than the 38,000 runners that were to complete the Great North Run just a few weeks previously. However there were still over 500 people on the streets of Truro city centre on Sunday morning all ready to complete 13.1 miles in the hilly Cornish countryside. Now to me that seems a lot harder than what I'm about to endure. There would be less people to support you around the course especially on the country lanes compared to through massive cities like Cardiff and Newcastle. There will also be a lot less people running either side of you, there's nothing more sole destroying then seeing everybody else disappear into the distance whilst your left on your own trotting along. But then you finish, you forget about all the other people that finished in front of you. You don't care about those, that are probably younger than you, been running longer than you and are most definitely fitter that you. You just completed a run. Whether it was 5 miles or 13 miles you just did something amazing and completed a run. You might have run it for yourself or you might have made money for charity but either way you did it. You might have walked sections or even crawled sections, your nipples might be bleeding and your feet blistered but you did it.

To all those people watching you are inspiring, and that's exactly what happened at the Truro Half Marathon.
Truro Half Marathon Start
I was at a loose end on Sunday morning and decided to go and watch and show my support. Getting to the city centre early I could feel the energy amongst all the runners. Baring in mind I have only been to a handful of Newquay Road Runners sessions before my injury I recognised a few familiar faces and watched the runners leave the start line.

Runners leaving the start line on the Truro Half Marathon

Runners passing the start line on the Truro Half MarathonRunners passing the start line on the Truro Half Marathon
A small loop around the city the runners were going back past the spectators through the city before going off out into the countryside to complete the miles.

It was just over an hour before the first finisher came through the finish line with Colin Snook from Cornwall Athletics club speeding through with a time of 1:15:36.
Colin Snook Cornwall Athletics club winning the Truro Half Marathon 2015
Less than three minutes later second place was achieved by Tom Joyce with a 1:18:18 with third place being taken by Jordan Morant from Hayle runners with a time of 1:18:43. To me these guys are simply just phenomenal.

But to me, what is equally impressive is those that aren't as fit, those that aren't lean mean muscle running machines those that might be just that little bit more like myself, a little over weight, those that might be slightly older than the average age to be a runner and those that go above and beyond to raise money for charity like Colin Bell running for shelter box with a shelter box on his back!
 Colin Bell running for shelter box in the Truro Half Marathon 2015
Every single runner that passed me yesterday encouraged me that I will be able to complete my first ever half marathon and every runner that came across the finish line managed to muster together the energy to smile and some even sprint to the line.

I want to thank everyone that ran yesterday that has filled me with inspiration and encouragement for my first ever half marathon. I can't wait, and equally can't wait to get back to the Newquay Road Runners club nights.
Newquay Road Runners at the Truro Half Marathon 2015Newquay Road Runners at the Truro Half Marathon 2015
 Newquay Road Runners at the Truro Half Marathon 2015Newquay Road Runners at the Truro Half Marathon 2015
Newquay Road Runners at the Truro Half Marathon 2015Newquay Road Runners at the Truro Half Marathon 2015
Newquay Road Runners at the Truro Half Marathon 2015Newquay Road Runners at the Truro Half Marathon 2015

Newquay Road Runners at the Truro Half Marathon 2015Newquay Road Runners at the Truro Half Marathon 2015
I'm running my first ever half marathon for the WWF and it's not too late to still sponsor me here -

Happy runners finishing the Truro Half Marathon 2015

Monday, 21 September 2015

Check out this AMAZING view!

One day in rainy drizzly Cornwall, my partner and I had the passing conversation that it would be cool to go up the Shard in London. The shard is the newest building to adorn the London skyline and is currently the tallest building in Europe and has its very own viewing platform right at the top.

Thinking this would be a pretty cool thing to do and see but not really thinking that it would ever happen as London is nearly 300 miles away from us in Cornwall. However a few weeks ago I found myself standing at the bottom of The Shard looking up thinking 'Yes, Yes that is one MASSIVE building.
Standing at the bottom of the shard
After a few minutes standing at the base of this 87 storey skyscraper it wasn't long before we were being touted into a nice shiny entrance to 'The View'

It was a little strange, as you walked through to go into the underground station at London Tower Bridge you were in the old run down sections of the existing tower bridge train station. The main entrances to the shard were facing the road, glamorous entrances with expensive cars pulling up outside where people could stay in one of the £400 a night hotel rooms or dine in one of the several restaurants. Yet around the back of this rather elegant looking entrance and within the old train station underpass we were handed leaflets and ushered towards a brand new shiny glass door leading away from the dark and dingey old parts of the station.

With only a few minutes of shall we shan't we and a slight deliberation we were going through the glass doors to purchase our 'flight' tickets. It then suddenly dawned on me that I don't really like lifts!

This was actually going to be one pretty big journey in a lift. When I say I don't really like them, what I mean is that I actually hate them. If there are the options to take the stairs over using a lift then you will find me in the stairwell. It's not so much the claustrophobia of being in a small space it's the feeling of being launched up and the dizzy floating sensation you are left with even once the lift has stopped. The sensation similar to being on a boat, it's this that I don't like.

Suddenly I realise that we have paid our money, we have tickets in hand and we are being ushered to the departures security.

The whole experience of The View is pretty amazing and very well organised. Once you have your tickets you are sent through a departure style security area. Your bags are x-rayed and you go through a walk through metal detector as you would before boarding a plane.

Once you are through security you have your photograph taken and are given an iPod style device on a lanyard which acts as your audio guide for the experience. With lanyard and device hanging around our necks we are then enticed to the lift. This is where my heart skips several beats. It wasn't busy in the lift only myself, my partner and another couple. The member of staff explained that we would go up just 33 floors and then would change lifts and continue the rest of the journey in a separate lift.

The lift journey was over in a matter of seconds but I still hated it and the feeling of being launched up so high so fast made me feel pretty wobbly. When we arrived at the top we were 68 floors into the sky and a slight glimpse at the view confirmed just how high we were. I grabbed a seat and tuned into my headset to read about the building and watch videos on its construction and to be honest I felt as if I was completely ignoring the fact that I was actually in the building until my heart had stopped racing after being in the lift.

My partner was already up close to the glass, looking down at the roads below, using the digital viewing binoculars to learn about what's in the distance. I stood up to join him and finally started to enjoy the view. My hatred for lifts has always been there and on reflection this really wasn't a bad experience. A clean, modern, smooth, lift nothing at all like the dirty, run down, urine stained lifts of old multi story car parks that I'm quick to avoid.
Selfie at the top of The Shard London
These are the incredible views from the 68th floor of the shard. The thing I like most about the experience is that you aren't rushed through. It wasn't too busy and we were given as much time as we wanted to walk around and around the viewing platform. We were fascinated to stare into the distance from each angle. Looking east we could see in the distance the Queen Elizabeth the Second Bridge at Dartford. (I'm an ex Essex girl so this means Lakeside shopping centre!) On a clear day it is believed you can see 40 miles into the distance.

You could see the new Olympic park in Stratford, the London Eye, The Gherkin, The Walkie Talkie. All the famous landmarks of the London skyline we could see all at the same time. 
The view from the Shard - London

The View from the roof garden at The Shard

The view from The Shard London

The view from The Shard London

The view from The Shard London

The view from The Shard London
Once we had a good look at the view we then started to look around more of the actual building itself. As my partner works at a building and architectural firm he was more interested in the construction and the building materials than I was but I was still intrigued about the building. How they constructed it in such a small space and how they have a team of window cleaners that go up and down the building every three months.
The framework of the building from the view from The Shard LondonThe view from The Shard London
From the top of The Shard they played calming music of bird song, it was a surreal experience to be amongst the hustle and bustle of the city of London one minute, then the next minute high above all the noise and energy in a really calm space.

The river thames from the shard

The river thames from the shard

The view from floor 72 at the shard - London

The view from floor 72 at the shard - London

Looking down from the top of the shard

The View, The Shard, London

Enjoying The View, The Shard, London
Once we had acclimatized to the view at level 68 we were then able to go up even higher via foot up to floor 72! This was an even more exhilarating experience as they called this the roof garden and it was quite literally that. With plants and greenery and the continuation of the bird song. The only difference up here was that we were actually in the open air!
The Roof Garden at The Shard London

The Roof Garden at The Shard London
The Shards of glass reach up into the sky at angles exposing open sections of the building. It was a surreal feeling to be so high up in the sky in the open air.
The Open Air Roof Garden at The Shard London

The view of London From The Shard
The best bit about the whole experience was the opportunity to have a drink 72 floors up into the London skyline in the open air. Although a little expensive it's the highest pint I've ever drunk!
Looking up to the top of The Shard LondonThe Bar at The Shard London

The Shard from the road

The whole experience was easy and enjoyable although expensive. It is definitely worth booking your tickets and time before you go as this saves £5 per person rather than paying on the day. The building and surrounding area still requires some work and there is extensive renovations going on at the bottom of The Shard which I would like to go back and see once complete.

I would highly recommend if you get the opportunity whilst in London to go up the Shard as the views really are simply stunning. I'd like to go again to watch the sunset and experience the night sky as feel this would be a completely different experience yet again.
The view across London from The Shard