In the garden: Tidy up time!

The garden doesn’t dig itself, I’ve noticed. Nor does anyone come along and pick up all the weeds I chuck on the ground. Why don’t I throw them in a bucket? I don’t know …

The garden doesn’t dig itself, I’ve noticed. Nor does anyone come along and pick up all the weeds I chuck on the ground. Why don’t I throw them in a bucket? I don’t know …

Humpf here. Did you meet me the other week? I’m quite a star now, appearing on Facebook, having lots of visitors and whatnot but it’s so busy I haven’t got time for much of that. Take today. I was stuffed back into my carrier thingy and put in the car. I decided not to get…

Thatched roof, pig on a beach, Durdle Door, whatever next!
Ilaria goes wandering.

I’m dreaming of chowing down on something crunchy … if only.

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I’m always tempted to buy fresh chestnuts. It’s their rich glossy brown shells that get me, but as soon as I’ve bought them I start fretting about what I’m going to do with them.

Nigel Slater’s new book is a real joy.
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