I DON’T like cooking…
I’m not really a cook.
Not at all.
As a writer, I don’t buy cook books, and I make the same favourite foods over and over again.
Much prefer to dig over a vegetable patch or unpick my embroidery mistakes…
I’m not really a cook.
Not at all.
As a writer, I don’t buy cook books, and I make the same favourite foods over and over again.
Much prefer to dig over a vegetable patch or unpick my embroidery mistakes…
Mizzle and drizzle. Rain and showers. Fog and mist. Easterly waves and wind.
This has been going on for nearly nine days.
I know I should be glad, being a good farmer’s wife and all, but the truth is I hate it…
I love a white garden and am gradually turning House’s garden over to white (with hints of black). I love the way the whites glow at night and the way they ‘pop’ with luminescence in the daytime…
Being Crusoe occasionally has a lot to recommend it. Far from the madding crowd, alone with one’s thoughts, being a small cog in a great big beautiful world of wonder and all at my very doorstep – 20 minutes away by boat! In 20 minutes I’m in a national park within a world heritage area. It doesn’t get any more fortunate or any better!