Magic from My Happy Place

I’m taking a perverse pride in the fact that I have burned out the motor on my old food processor. I’ve hated the thing from Day One, but it was too durable to die quickly, even under my the duress of my punishing projects (particularly my raw nut butters). In the end, I trounced it…

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New Steps

I’m back! In all senses of the word. I’m back from my travels, back to walking, back to writing. And starting to climb back from the dark hole into which I was plunged when Britain voted in favour of Brexit last week. Coming back from somewhere almost always means change, and I’ve certainly been changing…

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