Living with basset hounds isn’t as predictable as you might think. Big basset has now turned vegetarian which places my kitchen garden at risk. This “butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth” basset snuck off with a courgette I’d picked and... It was as if the sun was pouring gold into the garden this morning. It caught the Crab Apple tree like a spotlight and I noticed for the first time that we had a small but perfectly formed fruit growing. It’s only one but the tree is a a tiny specimen so I... When a recipe calls for wholefood it reminds me of my mum who went through a phase of being a bit of a wholefood nut. Wholesome, nourishing food that looks brown and had the texture of sawdust. Obviously things in food have come a long way over the years and this... One of the things I did like about working in London was the ability to find a green haven somewhere close by. Parks and gardens that oxygenate the city and provide a cool haven for workers at lunchtime. I was struck today how little green space there actually is... With MT away in Sydney living it up at a conference, Fortnum is at home whistling at doorways looking for his master. An impromptu portrait session on a walk on Sunday was the perfect opportunity for Big Basset to be right up front. Little basset was a little less... 