Honey was harvested from our strongest hive last August, it was the first honey we had taken from our bees, and opening a jar now is like delving straight back into Summer. With Christmas indulgence still a recent memory, albeit a haze of clinking glasses, mince pies, and roast potatoes, it’s hard to fathom more…
A generous helping of Sticky Toffee Medlar Pudding, and a gorgeous Medlar Jelly.
Banish those winter blues with a bath-time trip right back to summer.
The leaves have been blown clean off the boughs in these strong, November winds; the debris left scattered at the foot of woods, in a patchwork of autumnal shapes. The log fires curl sweet smoke from chimney pots, breath catches on the cold air, and the woods are wet and bare. On these days, that…
The last of the Blackberries are lovely and late this year, and happily coincide with the pear harvest…
When the first winds of Autumn come blowing through, unpicking summer’s leaves and bringing them gently to the ground- it’s time to go and collect windfall.
|Work those mussels|
Part the kelp curtains to find a free lunch, tightly sewn to the rocks, plucked and pulled, washed and trimmed, ready to cook on the beach in uncomplicated decadence.
|Don’t stop bay-leafing|
|Drinking of you|
Slender long legs, a hat, bigger and floppier than anyone else’s, and flamboyant pink shoe… Rhubarb has arrived for the summer party.
|Respect your elder-flowers|
The best flowers are always out of reach, and hiding behind vast walls of nettles…