Woodland Fay

12 heart-shaped baby tomatoes (there is a variety called Baby Heart or else, like me, you get lucky with a seed cross. Of course, any cherry...

So many backlogged blogs remain stubbornly in my mind and not on the page. Since returning from Italy we have been inundated with crops to p...

Le Vignole is an isolated island dotted with farmsteads and vineyards and literally, wildly different to its neighbour, Venice. Its vineyard...

(Moonlight over Torcello) The out-lying islands of the Lagoon have been a revelation; many are now deserted and returned to nature, only jus...

In the past we have arrived in Venice through Marco Polo Airport or it’s railway station, this time the experience was fundamentally differe...

It would be laudable to write a blog with a single theme, one coherent message, a dedication to a sole subject, but my life never seems to b...

It’s high cricket season in England. BBC Radio’s Test Match Special is heard at every turn when out and about, there are at least five radi...

Each day this week we’ve hit the ground running, no early morning chats putting the world to rights over a leisurely cup of tea in bed, no c...

Another day at the plum-face, the kids returned and were immediately sent down the mines, where they picked, shoveled and carted the red gol...

I’m almost too tired to type. So far this ‘Early River’s Prolific Week’ I have made 20 lbs of 62% fruit/38% sugar Plum Jam, five litres of P...

Two pastel drawings from Saturday’s CHADO /Japanese Tea drawing day with Akemi Solloway. Our classes are always so enjoyable, not only for t...

It’s been a strange week. Swine flu is sweeping London, sadly with more fatalities than expected, which puts in mind questions of life and d...

While the populous prepares for summer holidays abroad; sweetness abounds in the kitchen gardens and allotments of England. It’s fruit time ...