It's been wet and gloomy here the last couple of days. The rain is desperately needed with soil and water butts alike dry and dusty. However the warmth and moisture has lured all the slimey munching beasties above ground and I live in fear of my crops that last week were looking thirsty but intact, … Continue reading Making the best of it.
It's the first of July. and the heat has finally arrived. I was beginning to think that a proper summer was going to allude us, I seem to forget year after year that it's not really summer until after the last weekend in June. Why? Because that last weekend is home to Woolfest, a place of … Continue reading Dark corners and damp wool
Whilst in New York last month I had one absolute deal breaker. We had to go to Death & Co. and have a cocktail. I didn't care how far we had to walk, how long we had to wait, how much a drink cost, I was going to make the pilgrimage. Then I made the … Continue reading For the night is dark and full of bitters
I've spent the last week frantically refreshing my emails every time I pick up my phone or walk past my computer, hoping for that magic reply offering an interview or opportunity. On Friday I realised this was an unsustainable situation as it was driving me (and the cats) mad, and so decided to find something … Continue reading Refresh, refresh, refresh.
Where do we get the phrase "when life gives you lemons..."? It seems a little unfair to the yellow citrus if you ask me. Sure, they're sharp and sour, but that makes them perfect for all sorts of delicious things, like lemon drizzle cake, spritzing up a dull sauce or salad that needs a lift … Continue reading I’m fed up with all this citrus.
Last week my husband and I saw Dave Holland play at the Blue Note. I'm still having a hard time getting to grips with that sentence, it's not one I ever thought I'd be able to say, but it turns out that getting a reservation at the Blue Note is as easy as giving them … Continue reading Hi, my name’s Dave, I’m with the band…
Yup, in the greenhouse. At 3pm yesterday a flatbed pick-up truck and two burly northern blokes arrived at the house to install our wedding present. An eight month wait since the wedding, six weeks since ordering, but years in the planning and it's finally here, installed and I'm still pinching myself. We celebrated by drinking … Continue reading In the greenhouse
A couple of weeks ago I dragged myself out of bed on a Saturday morning and headed off to Borough Market and the Cannon and Cannon Meat School. I'd been waiting four months to get my hands dirty on their "butchery for curing" course that Mr L had arranged for my birthday. I've long been … Continue reading Bringing home the bacon
Everybody talks about the food in Paris, the wine, the cafe culture, the stunning museums and architecture, the lazy picnics by the Seine and the fashion. I talk about the yarn stores. I adore the yarn stores of Paris, they are all so different, full of character, yarn and in some cases wine. I have … Continue reading The Great Paris Yarn Crawl of 2015
There are two things that are absolutely certain when we visit Paris. Firstly that despite all my protestations, denial and good intentions I will buy yarn. I don't need more, my stash is overflowing with pillows of colourful skeins, and yet I will be powerless to resist when faced with bundles of new potential in … Continue reading Drinking my way around Paris.