I have the good fortune to live on one of the longest streets of independent shops in Europe, the Gloucester Road, an old coaching route between Bristol and Gloucester. Continue reading
On my travels this week I’ve come to Northern England where I’m discovering the delights of locally sourced venison meat from Yorkshire. In my home landscape of hills and dales, there is a lot to be celebrated.
Home for the holidays, I’m transported to this vista of early eighteenth century Blenheim Palace in Oxfordshire, England.* Over years we have wandered the landscaped Palace grounds striding towards its majestic and austere facade. Dithering pheasants get in our way and run all around awaiting their inevitable demise, sheep dully munch on and maintain the grass and pike swim in the depths of the Great Lake.