Yes, there are only so many things I know.
Making wishes, of the fairylike kind. The taste of his lips; and the feeling in my stomach that it’s all just like a dream.
The smell of fresh yeast when brioche is being made.
The beauty of fireflies around me. Being lost in the fog.
The flavour of roasted rhubarb and melting vanilla ice-cream. Crab hunting on a deserted beach, not unlike a treasure hunt. The smell of rain. And its music too.
The sea-mist that hits our faces.
Holding a piping bag in my hands. The fireworks I felt when he held me close. Dreaming up desserts made of avocado.
For the unknown, I rely on magic and coffee. Oh and spending time with my grand-mother.
The most beautiful person in my world. And she knows it all.
See you in a week or so London.