The rising sun is creating a moving shadow on the paper as I write these words, rather like a perambulating sun dial. It makes me aware that time is passing whilst simultaneously reminding me how lucky I am to have the sun shining on me. Quiet mornings with birdsong and the distant barking of a farm dog are a luxury that few have the chance or time to enjoy. For me, it can be a time of resolution whilst being fully aware that these resolves will be diluted by the petty trials of the day. There’s every chance that my current resolve will sustain as it only involves finding the finest radishes, at Niort market, and serving them with bright yellow Guérande butter, studded with crystals of sea salt, and freshly grilled, thinly sliced, cereal baguettes.