May 10, 2016

I breathe urban petrichor and honeysuckle heaviness,

Look to a sky drawing its heels across cement grey

Where gold burning rings rim the floss-soft sweetness

And mark how we are the storm's ledge, toeing the season's edge.

One of my favourite memories from living in Kent is when I worked in a local farm kitchen, in the middle of the countryside. It was my job ...

From the wonderful Sophie at The Cake Hunter Blood Orange & Almond Polenta Cake (adapted from Jerusalem by Yotam Ottolenghi ...

Past the garden gate The jagged silhouette of a pipe Puffs soft chugs of steam That curl like the smoke From a trembling cigar...

(Broadway Market) There's something about weekday London. It's quiet. And there's always a seat in the cafes. Not ...