When I was a kid, my parents had clearly not read the parenting book that advised parents to “give your kids some freedom and space to grow”. Oh no, instead they had opted for the book that said “be very careful, absolutely EVERYTHING poses a potential danger to your offspring!”.
Click here for a full portionA Swedish crayfish party near Malmö – A Taste of Skåne Part 1
There are some iconic things in life that everybody needs to do once before they die. You know – things like swimming with wild dolphins. Seeing your favourite painting in real life. Getting lost in Venice. Drinking wine in the country where the grape was grown. Keeping a pet. And attending a Swedish crayfish party.
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Colour by the bottle – Conservatoire des Ocres, Rousillon – June 2012
Click here for a full portionVisiting the Vaucluse: Le Conservatoire des Ocres and Silvain nougat makers
When I was a kid, my most burning desire was to own a brand new, pristine box of Colleen coloured pencil crayons. I loved their shiny hexagonal surfaces and their iconic box (reassuringly unchanged for a good 30 years I see!) – and I can credit them with teaching me the names of a couple of the more obscure colours. I could tell my burnt sienna from common or garden brown long before I had any idea that sienna was a natural iron oxide pigment.
Click here for a full portionEasy mustard-crusted fish fillets
On the airport bus in Malmö a couple of weeks ago, I was seated in front of a group of twentysomethings whose clipped vowels betrayed their expensive education. I kind of filtered out the first part of their conversation which was all about where they’d been on their weekend in Malmö, but paid a little more attention when they started talking about their future travel plans.
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Eye spy – London South Bank, August 2012
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