Glass bowls

Glass bowls

When I was a child, growing up in the wilds of North Wales, we had a Welsh cat with 6 toes. He was a ginger tom and one of the memories I have from this time is of him trying to catch my feet as I picked damsons. He scratched! But it was worth it. I loved damsons then...
Sartorial inelegance

Sartorial inelegance

A couple of years ago, the Budapest Times ran a lighthearted article on a phenomenon they called the “first thong of Spring”. Clearly Budapest springs are hotter than ours up here in the Lakes, but it was also a comment on clothing fashions and what people...
Courgettes, castles, Christmas and chandeliers

Courgettes, castles, Christmas and chandeliers

It’s Courgette season! They are flourishing in their new “Courgette Castle”, built specially by Alois (and with my ornamental glass turrets). We have them with a vengeance, as well as new potatoes and, courtesy of the climate, lovely wild mushrooms....