Sunday Lunch

The Autumn Equinox, 2018   “Pop down and pick a sprig of mint,” My mother said Late one sunny spring Sunday morning The new potatoes my father’d lifted Coming up to the boil   I picked a large sprig from the patch poking Under the beech hedge by the oil tank Where the go-karts and … Continue reading Sunday Lunch


The Tin Man

It's always a pleasure to come across someone who enjoys their work, however humble. Lakshmi is a constant inspiration in that regard - a smile is never far from her lips, whether she's vacating a constipated cow's rectum or flapping out the chapatti - it's all part of life's rich tapestry. It's always good to … Continue reading The Tin Man