I was meeting with a new colleague – Peter, a sanguine character who has over many years purchased grains and kernels for East Anglia’s oldest seed merchants As they supply gardeners and farmers all over the world, it is incalculable how many future vegetables...
Taking a break in France the other week and prior to the humid airport chaos later in the day, I took the opportunity to spend an ambient hour or so in a cool, simply whitewashed riverside café in Brittany before my homeward journey. If I played my cards right, I had...
My gap year in a Norfolk garden continues to usurp my fragile sensibilities. No sooner has a superlative plan been devised than it stumbles at the next available fence. Scanning back through my life, I wonder why I am still so surprised. Nevertheless, no sooner had I...
Last week I was pleasantly diverted from several days of cider consumption to a wine epiphany. Let me explain. Some nice French apple growers had invited me over to review some supposedly outstanding cider they had fermented. Alcohol is never an easy subject, either...
At the risk of turning this week’s article into an edition of QI, I wondered whether you had noticed the European gastronomic headlines recently. I have been shaken to the core by tales of sleaze and corruption splashed across the commercial sections of the French...
