When I woke, it seemed quiet and still outside, I wondered if it could be the day for a cycle and swim combo, maybe it’s finally summer. Even though the sky is depressingly grey I pump up the tyres and head out. I fly downhill past the estate where they’ve let the grass grow long in the meadow and I see the swallows and martins playfully flitting about, low to the ground, breakfasting.
Same here Ciara, dreaming of living in a country we don’t want to escape from at this time of year. Tomorrow’s election is compounding my feelings of dread 😵💫 Sending you a big hug x
Beautifully written again. Love the photo of your radishes and aioli against the red painted wood lathes. Very excited to learn about your new baking school - congratulations
A lovely breathless journey to the sea... loved the gorgeous images of your colourful food creations, so much artistry on a plate! 💕
Beautiful and so real.
Have you read The Peregrine my friend? I am currently halfway through and often reminds me of you 🪶
I haven’t, maybe we could do a book swap? X
Would love!💓
Same here Ciara, dreaming of living in a country we don’t want to escape from at this time of year. Tomorrow’s election is compounding my feelings of dread 😵💫 Sending you a big hug x
Lots of love xxx
Beautifully written again. Love the photo of your radishes and aioli against the red painted wood lathes. Very excited to learn about your new baking school - congratulations
Thank you so much Caroline
Perfect airport read. Thank you xx