Or how to pretend you’re on holiday during a pandemic Last time I was away from London, it was cold, the snow was falling in southern Italy, I was commuting to my place of work in the City and I was planning to meet friends for dinner once a week or so. That’s a lifetime ago, isnt it? Early March. When – upon going to visit my family for a weekend – I was made to feel quite uncomfortable being…
Having met the lovely Carolyn @agaqueen on my first Market Kitchen appearance about a year ago, we had kept in touch (again the power of twitter) and after a couple of London coffee breaks, I had decided that one day I would have paid a visit to Ludlow. Here (or rather, nearby) Carolyn runs a foodie B&B with her husband Henry. After a few months of planning, the time finally came that myself and my other half went on yet…
Fish Trio at the West Bay It does not happen often that I spend a long holiday in the UK. And in fact, when I booked an 8 night trip in Cornwall, I was somehow filled with dread. Such a long time without changing currency, without paying overseas roaming charges, without flying but yet, still being on holiday? I did not need to worry. Despite the logistic nightmare of shipping part of the family there by train and getting there…