Category Archives: Provence
the man from Marseille…
Our local supermarket’s male employees tend not to be slim, suntanned and, above all, smiling; nor do they wear their hair in the mini ponytail once popular with hipsters and now de rigueur with rugby players but yet there he … Continue reading
…putting a name to a beak.
In the still of this sunfilled early morning, there’s me and legion of small birds who are all making their particular peaceful noises, that I recognise but can’t put a beak to. Bees, so fat that they have no business … Continue reading
The Goat of many colours that my mama gave to me…
I have just noticed that Tennessee produces some fine goat cheeses which leads me to surmise that it was Dolly’s original intention to sing her about her goat rather than the unfortunate fashion choice of her mother which resulted in … Continue reading