There was this moment, sitting taller than I had ever felt on the back of my horse Nina that could only be described as complete happiness. We had gently trekked on dusty, stone covered roads with a sheer drop on one side for around an hour, horses testing my heart rate as they nibbled on…
Around 12 hours after my Mam and I enjoyed this afternoon tea, we awoke to sunlight peering below the bottom of my bedroom blind and a tinny alarm on an iPhone ringing out 5am. We got dressed, I made a flask of tea and poured myself a tiny amount of coffee then we set…
I’ve neglected my cake pans for too long. Curled up circles of baking parchment haven’t sat waiting to be smoothed onto the bottom of a tin with a smear of butter in some time. I haven’t scraped the sides of my metal mixing bowl clean with one wipe of my spatula, or dropped cake batter…
Dear New York What is it about you that intrigues me so much? Is it yellow streaks of taxis and crammed sidewalks and the abruptness of walk/don’t walk? Is it the tall buildings and skyscrapers from which to look out from observation decks, only to find a bright green postage stamp of grass in the…