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It's the first ever Facial Palsy Awareness Week from 1-7 March #FPAW. Over the next 7 days you will read 7 statements on here that describe the effects of facial palsy. You will read them and then you can forget them. Those affected by this condition cannot forget, they live with this daily. This condition can hit any one of us, from small babies to the elderly, at any time with no warning. There are no nationally funded trials investigating causes or treatments for facial paralysis. Many people are denied treatment because it is deemed purely 'cosmetic'. I'd like you to read my statements over the next 7 days and decide for yourself whether this condition should simply be disregarded as cosmetic.

For my oral in English Language GCSE, in 1999, we had to prepare a presentation about something that mattered to us. I decided to teach my class about Robert Hamill. It was a story that broke my heart then and has stuck with me every since. Sorting through some old things today I found what I had written, folded safely in a poly pocket with a news clipping from the time with a picture of Robert with his two young sons.

Today was another day of exploration. With a couple of stops in mind and the big map we set off up Bear Notch Road. Bear Notch Road is a very steep, winding mountain pass that is closed in winter but offers terrific views from the top of the Mount Washington Valley. It's also a handy shortcut across from Bartlett to The Kanc. 

Once on The Kanc we headed north to North Woodstock, where we had a terrific lunch at the wonderful Woodstock Inn. We stocked up on maple syrup supplies at Fadden's, purveyors of the best maple syrup around and perused the array of Glocks, rifles and crossbows at the gun store, which is up for sale in case anyone wants to buy a gun store in North Woodstock and took a walk down to the Pemigewasset River, which is just beautiful. 

We headed north again up to Franconia Notch, past the Old Man in the Mountain, or at least his mountain, up to Mount Lafayette and the grinning Govenor Gannon memorial, then across to Franconia. Last year we had stumbled across a delightful bar in Franconia called The Dutch Treat, where the welcome is warm, the drinks are cold and the locals are fascinating. Today's visit we learnt that the only Spanish one old man in dungarees knows is "How much for a kilo?"  

We also found a new store promising gifts, antiques and collectibles which most certainly delivered. I found some amazing salt and pepper pots and an old tobacco tin. The lady who owned it and her friend were AMC guides and volunteered on Mt. Washington. They were wicked impressed with our knowledge of the area and pointed us in the direction of some more places that were a little off the beaten track and definitely off the tourist maps. 

Following their directions, we headed back east through Bethlehem, which is full of Christmas tree farms and wild turkeys, go figure. At Bretton Woods we took the Base Station Road and came to Upper Falls, which wasn't quite as clearly signed as  we'd been told, but you can normally tell by the wear on the side of the road where places worth stopping are. Crazy locals jump off that rock in the foreground on the left into the pool below. 

We headed back through Crawford Notch, another very steep, winding mountain road, passing by Silver Cascades, the Mountain Division of the railroad now only used by the Conway Scenic Railroad Company and Sawyer's Rock. The scenery around here is just awesome. There is no other word for it. 

Today was forecast as a hot one, and it was, with it reading 36 degrees after lunch, so we decided to explore the local area a bit more. In the air conditioned car. There were a few things we wanted to try and find and a few places we'd meant to go and hadn't. 

The road turned into an unpaved one car track as it hit the Jackson town line and as soon as we saw the White Mountains National Forest sign the road ended abruptly. There is a beautiful lake further up there, Mountain Pond, but it's hard to tell how far it is or if it is accessible as the road was so badly damaged by Tropical Storm Irene in 2011 that it's been closed since and not estimated to reopen until at least next year. 

I love old stuff. Specifically old American stuff. If I lived here my house would be full of old stuff. Old chairs, old dressers, old tables, but unfortunately I don't think I'd get them home to England, so I have to make do with stuff that will fit in my suitcase. Today was distinctly cloudy, so a great day for antiquing. 

Last year we made a decision that this year we would explore a bit more. Some of our best experiences and stories came from stumbling across places only the locals know about and stopping off in small towns off the beaten track, so today we headed out with the map and a rough idea of a direction. 

After climbing back up from the base of the falls, we continued north on Route 16 and stopped at Wildcat to get a drink and take some shots of the magnificent views of Mt. Washington to the east and Wildcat to the west. It was so lovely we decided to take the short hike loop at the base of the mountain and head up to Thompson Falls. The Way of the Wildcat loop is a delightful hike through the woods with markers telling the history and stories of the area including stories of the Abenaki people and the establishment of the reservation area of the White Mountains National Forest. 

The hike off the trail to the falls certainly seemed much further than the half mile it was stated to be, but it was worth it when we arrived. Thompson Falls were a hidden gem up until 2011 - when the Thompson Falls Trail became an official trail of the White Mountain National Forest - the falls had largely remained a mystery. Apart from an appearance on the 1942 USGS North Conway quadrangle and a brief mention in an AMC White Mountain Guide dating to the 1950's. It is still a very secluded, very pretty, picturesque cascade of water over a clam shaped ledge without the heavy foot traffic associated with other falls in the area, in fact we were entirely alone. 

After a somewhat strenuous morning of hiking, we headed north again in search of sustenance. We stopped in Gorham as there appeared to be a plethora of eateries, however as we walked down Main St it looked more and more deserted. Everywhere was closed. I'm not sure if Gorham comes alive in the evening, but it definitely sleeps during the day. After grabbing a Burger King (teenage boys turn into monsters if left hungry for too long), we headed west and back down the other side of Mt. Washington through Crawford Notch, where the scenery is just as impressive. 

For weeks I had been craving ramen; really craving real ramen and whinging about not being able to have it so when my boyfriend said he'd found a restaurant that did ramen, and it appeared to be real ramen, I was over the moon. That restaurant was The Peach Tree in Shrewsbury where Chris Burt and his team bring love, enthusiasm and passion for great food, local ingredients and fabulous flavours together on plates that can only be described as works of art.

I was in love with the food from that very first night and when we returned a fortnight later we had the huge honour of meeting Chris and talking about the upcoming opening of Momo No Ki and the launch of his book. To hear that they were opening another restaurant next door dedicated to the amazing foods and flavours of south-east Asia already had me ecstatic, but to hear and see Chris talk about it with such passion combined with the exquisite pictures of food in the book had me enraptured.

Tonight was opening night and it was as wonderful as I expected. On arrival we were greeted by the lovely Kirstie and made to feel like we were walking into a friend's home. The decor and vibe works perfectly to capture the essence of a more casual dining experience partnered with the exquisite food and service we've come to expect from The Peach Tree. 

The Piggy Bits brought over from The Peach Tree are the perfect fusion of Shropshire ingredients and south East Asian flavours. Crispy and moreish, these little morsels of deliciousness wetted the appetite perfectly; and also gave the boyfriend an opportunity to practice his chopstick skills. 

The Kangaroudon consisted of perfectly cooked kangaroo that melts in the mouth along with a dashi that was packed full of umami. The Taishoken combined the wonderfully crispy Middle Farm pork belly with perfectly cooked Togarashi scallops in a delicately balanced Xo dashi. And the MoMo Mojito is quite simply awesome. 

So whether you fancy ramen or fish and chips, either The Peach Tree or Momo No Ki promises to take you on a multisensory journey of wonderment.

Momo No Ki is available now from all good book retailers

@MomoNoKiRamen and @ThePeachTree1 are both on Twitter 

If when I tell you misogyny exists you retort so does misandry; if when I tell you I get groped in bars you tell me it's because of how I look; if when I call you out on defending a convicted rapist you go on to make a rape joke you are the reason I'm a feminist. 

Whether it was my recent feminist rants and tonight's discussion about misogyny or not, I was acutely aware on my walk back from the station of feeling like a potential victim purely by virtue of being female. I was acutely aware that the clacking of my heels were potentially an advertisement to a possible attacker. 

Booing is an age-old cathartic expression of disapproval that supposedly makes angry fans feel a bit better. But does it?

I can live with a wonky smile. I can live with a Roger Moore eyebrow. I can live with getting Botox. I can live with not being able to pull duckface. I can live with not being able to frown. I can not live with The Fear. 

Copley Square is one of my favourite places in the world. It conjures memories of balmy summer days, fresh squeezed lemonade, dads tossing footballs to their sons, piano concertos, market stalls selling sunflowers as big as your head.