A poem for the week.

These are called ‘creative retreats’ but really, I would happily go and stay in any of them for a while.

A journey from should to must.

Obesity and fatness.

Dreaming of Italy…

Night wagons, precursors of the American diner.

A love letter to doughnuts.

The origin of words.

We made Nigel Slater’s duck with figs for dinner on Sunday night. Totally sublime.

Have a good week! x