A Sunday for Reflection and a Cake for Christmas

Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them - Marcel Proust This morning I watched the rain run down the window as the wind drove sheets of rain across waves of grass and beyond out over a turbulent grey sea. A metaphor for the poignant memories which turn my… Continue reading A Sunday for Reflection and a Cake for Christmas

The Revenge of the Gingerbread Men

The aroma in the Advent croft kitchen is delicious and augurs Christmas treats. There are enough spices to fill a potentate's bazaar, jars of dried fruit and dark sugars, bundles of cinnamon sticks and piles of gleaming Satsumas and lemons. The Christmas cake is slumbering in a miasma of brandy in the cupboard with the… Continue reading The Revenge of the Gingerbread Men