[Through the suspended bridge – Salted butter caramels, not unlike a Tatin tart] We went for our favourite walk this morning. Usually, we’d be back by the time we left, but today… Read more.
One morning, we woke up to lights through the wooden blinds barely covering never-ending windows. Coffee got made. And we sat on the steps overlooking the garden. Early signs of autumn, drawn… Read more.
[A cider and apple cake, not unlike a tatin tart] There was that night made of champagne, flickering candles, crisps and smoked salmon sandwiches, the last of the foie gras smothered onto… Read more.