I never thought, as Monty emerged, tiny and perfect, into the world that it would be the last time I met one of my babies for the very first time. The last real surprise in life, the last time I discovered who that tiny person was that I’d carried and held and loved and kept warm for all those months. That first moment you hold them in your arms, your whole life expanding, shifting around you. The shape of your family, instantly changed forever.
Wild Garlic, Three Ways
Three simple recipes for making use of all the gorgeous wild garlic around at the moment… If you’re lucky enough to live near some woods and can get out for a walk, the wild garlic is glorious at the moment. The sweet, heady scent of it takes me right back to boarding school – it…