There’s more to Elena than meets the eye. On the face of it, she is a modest, middle-aged woman who runs an unassuming grocery store in an Andalucían white village (she lives and works opposite Ana Luna). Elena is always there, behind the counter, with her apron on and hair tied back. She knows everyone, … More Elena the grocer, baker and tortilla maker.
Monday afternoon – mind heavy with worries and work. A glance up from my computer as I chew things over, and I see Shadow Flower playing with the light. She comes into focus and I throw off my thoughts. She draws me out to see the sun. Just a short and sweet spell, but it … More Shadow flower on a Monday afternoon
My eyes take notes as I travel from London Bridge to St Pancras, up and down escalators, through passageways, around curving walls, and along platforms crammed with people like me, all wanting to get somewhere else. I want to test how much I can remember once I’ve reached my destination: First up is Skinny Checked … More Impatience in Bright Boots
In Spain, taking a coffee can be an enlightening half-hour. Especially if you’re going through a rough patch. “Confía en el tiempo, que suele dar dulces salidas a muchas amargas dificultades.” (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra) “Trust in time; it usually gives sweet endings to many bitter challenges” Usually. Thanks, Miguel. Words of wisdom from the great … More Sugar Quotes
I’m running with a dog which isn’t mine, but somehow she seems connected. She slows when I slow; she speeds up when I do; when I turn my face to get the measure of her, she shifts hers to match. Instantly. Dogs scare me. Ever since a German Shepherd chased me with fierce blue eyes … More Heartskipping run with a dog
This is Ana Luna. Her character is as warm as the bread she bakes, and her heart is as full as the moon will be tonight (27th July). She sells her pan from behind a small counter at number 37, but photos of her bakery at the back are offered for free. Ana lives two doors … More Ana Luna
A humble potato – not much to look at – meets a cupful of thyme. The pair realises that times are changing, and so they are. (Scissors, a peeler and a knife are introduced, in a very respectful way). Butter is melted and brought on board, and garlic has a small say too. Sliced, stacked … More The humble potato story
Here is a spice with a story … A grandfather travelled alone with his suitcase, and in his suitcase, along with his clothes and personal belongings, he carried a big bag of za’atar, a spice mix that no Syrian kitchen is without. He carried it all the way from his home in Damascus to his … More #ChooseLove at Imad’s Syrian Kitchen
There’s nothing quite like a summer fruits PYO farm. Our local one is Stonepitts and we visit on a roasting hot summer’s afternoon. Nestled near the North Downs, we are in a pretty spot. I teach my son how to find the best berries where no-one else has bothered to look. We slow to a steady … More Slowing down at Stonepitts.
I travel through the eyes of another, with glimpses of Gdańsk like these: They are my reward for arming my husband with this before he left for Poland: Snapshots are shared sporadically without much of a commentary (my husband is work-focused), so I try to discover more for myself. But it’s the new Museum of … More Glimpses of Gdańsk