I’ve only visited Paris once, during a hot sunny August with the kids. It was magical, memorable and amazing. So when Nespresso asked me if I’d like to pop along to an event in Paris, I of course yelled yes! The event started at midday in the Batalcan area of Paris, so as my flight
One of our family highlights during our trip to Skåne region of Sweden, was to try our hand of pottery throwing. The ceramic factory in Wallåkra, was founded in 1864, producing dark brown, salt glazed pottery after more than 150 years of practice. The small Wallåkra Stenkärlsfabrik (stone factory) is a bit like a living industrial
I spend a lot of time here. A LOT. If I haven’t carved out a few hours of lounging here each day, then I feel I’m doing something wrong. Sounds indulgent doesn’t it? But let me tell you why I do it. Mornings I wake, kids go to school and Dan and I go to
I love magazines – I actually hoard them. Stacks of beautifully bound, well printed on gorgeous paper. I’m talking about independent magazines, not those from big media firms, that recycle content from blogs. Those are crap – have seen those latest calm magazines? Nearly there, but oh so missing the mark completely. Anyway, I digress.
Following on from my post yesterday, those little rosy red windfall apples came home with me, and I decided to turn them into tiny apple tarts. I recently bought a set of 4 inch tart tins to make some tiny quiches for a picnic. So, using these I made small apple tarts for our Sunday
Autumn makes me feel so alive. I find summer wonderful, don’t get me wrong, but I also find it exhausting. Perhaps its the British obsession with the weather, that if the sun is shining we ‘must’ be out there doing something. Making the most of it. That, and six weeks of school holidays, summer is
It was back in February this year that Dan and I spent a few nights in a cabin at SOHO Farmhouse. Our stay there set the bar pretty high on places to escape to, with its luxurious bed, soft furnishing and log fires. I adored hanging out in our little cabin, bathing in the tin bath,
After a weekend of eating delicious vegetarian food all weekend at Sisterhood Camp, I’ve turned to my cook books for inspiration. And discovered a renewed love of creating dishes to nourish me and my family. My only wish is that Charlie becomes more adventurous with his eating. He hardly eats any vegetables, quite happy to