Work on new Carlisle to Cargo cycleway section to begin
The construction works run from Monday to Friday between 08:00 BST and 16:00 and in 200 metre phases to reduce disruption, the council said. Access for emergency services, public transport and waste collection vehicles would be maintained throughout the works.
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Times
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Patatino at the Hoxton: where Baroque meets buon appetito
Let me begin with an existential question: does Edinburgh need another Italian restaurant? This, after all, is the city of Scotland's oldest delicatessen and Italian wine merchant (Valvona & Crolla, established in 1934), where the eateries range from family-run trattorias proudly delivering nonna's lasagne al forno to tables draped in unironic red chequered cloths to Italian-ish small plates hotspots where the negronis are made with artisan vermouth and the focaccia is pocked with 'nduja and hot honey. Into this vivace scene comes Patatino, striding into the capital with the braggadocio of an Italian word inserting itself into a restaurant review. • Little Capo, Edinburgh restaurant review — buzzing and bossing it Patatino is located in Scotland's first Hoxton hotel, highly anticipated, years in the making, elegantly cast across 11 sublime West End Georgian townhouses. (We simply don't have time here to pose the existential question of whether Edinburgh needs another boutique hotel chain.) The name is a term of endearment, meaning 'little potato' in Italian, bringing to mind Little Capo (diminutives must be in just now), which I love. Herein lies my appetite-driven answer: you can never have enough of any kind of restaurant. As long as it's good. The concept is promising: 'A modern trattoria inspired by Sorrento's lemon groves and long, lazy meals on the Amalfi coast.' Frankly, who doesn't want a bit of that on this eternally chilly coastline where, despite the annual purchase of a little Lidl lemon tree, citrus fruits fail to grow? Patatino's aim is to bring 'the warmth of Italy to Haymarket', and my sincere apologies to denizens of the West End, but the Palmerston aside, this is an area of Edinburgh that in culinary terms really could benefit from the warmth of Italy. Patatino has its own street entrance, though you can come through the hotel and admire the signature Hoxton design flair married to Scottish storytelling. It's all very grown up and beautifully judged. Then comes Patatino. I'm talking pure baroque maximalism: all striped awnings, fake foliage tumbling down every vertical surface, mirrors, blue velvet banquettes, vibrant Amalfi style hand-painted crockery, dusky pink walls, and, at its heart … a little Italian water fountain. Think of Lena Dunham's Too Much expressed through interior design and you're halfway there. It's ostentatious, absurd, not remotely my thing, and I love it. Our server informs my dining companion, Francis, and me that at 7pm the lighting automatically goes down, the music goes up, and the rest you can imagine. But we're here at lunchtime on a Sunday and Patatino is quiet, though for all I know a bacchanalian knees-up is unfolding behind those reams of fake flowers. We begin with expertly made drinks — a negroni on draught for me, a no-alcohol pink grapefruit spritz for Francis — and a single antipasto because wow, the prices are as OTT as the interiors. The Orkney scallop (Patatino's sourcing is excellent), sliced and served in the shell, doused in a sauce of seaweed butter and the mollusc's own roe, is sweet and meaty, but lacks acidity, which is a shame considering Patatino's identity is built around the southwest Italian coast's bountiful lemon groves. Pastas are made in-house. We share a small portion of tagliolini, nicely thin and chewy, in a shellfish bisque anointed with Eyemouth crab and Amalfi lemon. (The large costs an eye-watering £46.) The bisque is rich, glossy, rust-hued like a rouille, and abounds with an umami tang achieved only by long-simmered shells. Again, though, it's missing the brightness of lemon and a good sprinkle of salt. Pizza, made by Patatino's own Sicilian pizzaiolo, is fantastic. It tastes, genuinely, like southern Italian pizza, with a well-charred base, perfect rise on the dough, fresh red sugo, and plenty of pale, stretchy fior di latte. • Italian chefs accuse Good Food of bastardising cacio e pepe recipe The final section on Patatino's all-day menu comprises meat sourced from John Gilmour in East Lothian and fish from John Vallance in Glasgow simply cooked over coals. We go for sea bass with smoked butter, which arrives at the table whole — deboned and spectacularly butterflied. There's a half of charred Amalfi lemon so juicy we eat that whole too. Plus a dish of charred veg that's not charred enough and new potatoes, roasted, firmly smashed, and kissed with the aftertaste of charcoal. Lovely. The bass, despite not having the hoped-for level of blistering on the skin, is sensational in the simple, understated, approaching unreviewable way of great Italian cookery. The flesh is soft and gleaming as velvet. 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All back to Balmoral! The royals are up to their Highland games
There are three things that reliably happen every August: bank holiday travel chaos; scorching temperatures in the Med; and the great Scottish migration of the royal family — an event similar in scale to that of the wildebeest in the Serengeti, but with fewer crocodiles. Things have been bubbling under on the tartan front for a couple of weeks now, with the King and Queen making brief raids north of the border. There's been a church service here, a heritage centre to open there: the bread and butter of royal life. On Monday, however, the migration went Instagram Official at the gates of Balmoral, where the King, wearing a kilt, inspected a guard of honour and a Shetland pony. Last week Prince Andrew arrived; this week it's the prime minister. Any day now it'll be the Prince and Princess of Wales. Let the Highland games begin. The royals can, and do, travel anywhere in the world. For better, for worse, they always go back to Balmoral where, surrounded by hills and cut off from the world, they have 50,000 acres, the size of a small city, in which to shoot things in privacy. The estate was bought by Prince Albert for Queen Victoria in 1848; she loved its remoteness, finding it a place 'to breathe freedom and peace and to make one forget the world and its sad turmoils'. After another year of torrid headlines, Andrew, ensconced with his ex-wife, Sarah Ferguson, in a seven-bedroom lodge on the estate, may reflect that little has changed since then. Apart from Christmas at Sandringham in Norfolk, summer at Balmoral is the only time the whole royal family gathers together. Alas for Andrew, he was NFI to Norfolk and it was turkey for two for him and Fergie at Christmas, after his association with an alleged Chinese spy was exposed. That the King has invited him now may be a show of support, or a reflection of the fact the King is fond of his nieces, Beatrice and Eugenie. • How Kate became queen of the cape It's no coincidence that he's been billeted under a different roof from Prince William, who is hyper-aware of the reputational damage Andrew is apparently endlessly capable of inflicting. Traditionally Balmoral has been the place where the royals can be most 'themselves'. A new book portrays Andrew as the sex-mad useful idiot for a paedophile, so William and the King may perhaps pray that he doesn't lean into that tradition too much. Back in the day, Balmoral was where Prince Philip was 'master of the barbecue', as Prince Harry put it, paying tribute to his grandfather after his death. Queen Elizabeth marked his passing with a photograph (taken by Sophie, Duchess of Edinburgh) of her relaxing with Prince Philip on the hills around the castle. It was to Balmoral that Lady Diana Spencer was sent to be 'vetted' before her marriage — a test she passed with flying colours. It was from Balmoral that Fergie was banished, after the repose of the royal breakfast table was ruined by front-page pictures of her toes being sucked. The castle is well stocked with wellies, walking sticks, fishing rods and waterproofs, its heavy wooden front door invariably propped open with a curling stone and attended by a footman in a scarlet uniform. Dogs and children run wild. The interiors are a carpeted riot of flock wallpaper, tartan curtains, ornaments, stags' heads and oil paintings, creating an effect much as Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen might design after too many Tunnock's teacakes. And while Keir Starmer may view his invitation as an honour or an ordeal, he will at least be spared having to join in with 'kick the can', a royal form of hide and seek that prime ministers were required to play when the King was a boy. 'Nothing has the same meaning and soul-refreshing quality that Balmoral has,' the King wrote more than 50 years ago of the place described by one of his biographers as 'the closest approximation to a normal family life that he could conceivably experience. This was the home where he played ping-pong and football … or cycled to the village shop.' His first engagements as King were in Scotland and since then he's established his own tradition of spending three weeks a year at the castle, preceded by a short stay at the Castle of Mey and followed by a longer sojourn at Birkhall, his own home eight miles from Balmoral. His first instruction on arriving at Balmoral as King was to open the windows; he has also ordered a rehang of the pictures, a refresh of the tartan drapes and the creation of a thistle-shaped maze. 'His habit during these visits has been to spend his mornings reading documents and to set aside some afternoons for fishing,' says his biographer Sally Bedell Smith, noting that he also enjoys driving himself around and stopping to chat to farmers. According to a former adviser to Queen Elizabeth, the King's love for Scotland is also tied up with concern for the future of the United Kingdom. 'It's not just about shortbread, pipers and kilts, and the family need to reflect that,' the adviser told the journalist Robert Hardman. William has not always seen eye to eye with his father, but on Scotland they agree. Having started their summer holidays this year on a yacht in Greece, the Wales family will end them, as is tradition, in Scotland. 'My childhood was full of holidays having fun in the fresh air, swimming in lochs, family barbecues with my grandfather in command — and yes, the odd midge,' he has said, adding that 'a big part' of him would always be in Scotland. While his mother hated the place, his wife loves it and his grandmother bequeathed him his own home on the estate, a three-bedroom cottage called Tam-Na-Ghar on the banks of the River Muick, not far from Birkhall, where the couple retreated for complete privacy during the early days of their romance, when they were students at St Andrews. It was to Scotland that William invited Kate's parents when he wanted permission to marry her, borrowing the much larger Birkhall from his father for the occasion. Formalities complete, his future in-laws were photographed being taught how to stalk deer. • Riding a polo pony — how hard can it be? 'George, Charlotte and Louis already know how dear Scotland is to both of us,' William has said, 'and they're starting to build their own happy memories here too.' Both George and Louis have been seen on shoots at the estate. As for their errant uncle, Harry's memoir, Spare, begins at Balmoral with the brothers' annual two-week stay. Harry was happy there, he writes, fishing, shooting and running around with his brother; he describes it as 'simply a paradise, a cross between Disneyworld and some sacred druid grove'. Nevertheless, while his children have been to Disneyworld, they have not been to Balmoral, which by 2019 had evidently lost its charm. Harry and Meghan turned down Queen Elizabeth's invitation to journey north with baby Archie in favour of crisscrossing Europe on private jets. In an uncanny coincidence, William and Kate were photographed that year with their children catching a budget flight to Aberdeen. Soon they'll be heading north again to play happy families in the Highlands. It's a fair bet that whoever is master of the barbecue these days, it won't be Andrew.
