Month: August 2016

Cotswolds cottage

A charmed life

Hello there. Today I come to you from my bath, where I’ve been with Stacey Kent and a glass of wine for the past half hour. It’s all very relaxing. I just thought I’d check in – it’s been a while, after all.  Everything’s going well in this little corner of the East Midlands – I’ve got a new copywriting client (a lovely foodie company); a new English language tutee; and my mum’s been over for a weekend visit. It all feels very grown-up and very wholesome. The rest of this post will come to you in list form as I’m writing this in shorthand, plus my notebook’s getting damp.   Holidays //  A week ago we went on holiday for a week in the Cotswolds with Dom’s parents. We stayed in a 400-year-old thatched cottage and the sun shone and we read and walked and barbecued. Then we spent two days with my mad family in a converted chapel in Chichester. I loved it all.   Rural drinking // A couple of months ago I read A Charmed Read More


We used to have pancakes once a year at home, on Shrove Tuesday, when the squeezy Jif would appear at the table and my mum would stand at the stove, grumbling about what a fuss they were to cook. English pancakes were never a breakfast thing. I only remember them with the backdrop of a cold February evening, rolled up tight with lemon and sugar, a little damp, a little thick. A couple of Saturdays ago I broke tradition and cooked them for brunch. It was all because of Tiphaine really, my lovely French coworker, who gave me a hand-written recipe for crêpes – the English pancake’s superior cousin.  I’d asked her what her favourite childhood meal was, and like a good Breton she told me it was crêpes. More so now that she’s been in London for sometime, because they remind her of home and weekend breakfasts. It’s funny how moving away from a place draws us closer to the simple foods we grew up with, and more often than not, to one of our national or regional Read More