I said yesterday that I was feeling some guilt about wasting the quince pulp I’d boiled up to make quince jelly – and this is why. I started with nearly 1.7kg of fruit in the pan (over three and a … Continued
“Can we stop saying that the garden needs it now?” said R moodily, glowering out of the window at the driving rain. “No,” I replied. “We do still need it – the ground’s like rock.” He sighed, got his umbrella, … Continued
After being stuck at home for nearly forty eight hours I was raging to be out and about, but the weather outside my study window wasn’t enticing, and neither of my weather apps was optimistic. By this point in the … Continued
