Category Archives: blackberries
Summertime blues……
The August malaise of “all play” is starting to make Jacques a dull boy. If me equals Jacques then boy equals ageing smudger. The longed for beribboned parcel of sun and blue skies duly arrived. It arrived after a long … Continue reading
Blackberries,cream and sticky home made meringues….
…. are evocative of the clink of bone china, the murmur of quiet conversation and the smell of fresh mown grass on a hot Sunday afternoon, in late summer, in the home counties or in any good period costume drama. The … Continue reading
The courting and seduction of the disingenuous plum
Summer seduces with warmth and blue skies, or the anticipation of both, whereas Autumn seduces with colour. I’m not alluding to the glorious annual show of colour produced by the forest, but to the luscious displays of damsons, figs, blackberries … Continue reading
Red or Black? I think black will do it for me……
I doubt Stendhal was prepared for the arrival of Simon Cowell on the planet or he may well have had second thoughts on the title of his novel. Black dog is gone, save for the head down, trotting Labrador that I … Continue reading