Just spent a couple of weeks on the Isle of Bute in the west coast of Scotland. There's a heavy crop of succulent brambles this year and we took time to collect some whenever we were out walking.
Imagine you lived in a city that was built on a plain, but the plain was gently and evenly sloping. Imagine had a bicycle and imagine you could choose where to live in the city. Would you choose to live uphill or downhill from the shops?
Just came back from the market where I bought two beautiful bulbs of fresh, new season garlic. 'Wet garlic' the man called it. It smells wonderful and I can't wait to chop up a few cloves and fill the house with the the mouth-watering smell.
It all started with an olive tree birthday present from my mate. It was just a wee thing with only two tiny leaves that took three months to grow that far...