I’m sad to be the one to break it to you, but winter is coming.
We’re barely into August, and already the mornings have a distinctly autumnal feel as I get onto my bike to cycle to work: there’s a nip and dampness to the air that tells me that we’re only a short hop away from woolly jumpers and the smell of bonfires.
On the plus side, that also means that it’s nearly time to light the fire and soon I can start cooking big, heavy, slow-cooked stews.
Yeah, so summer has the sunshine and warmth and beautiful long, light evenings where you can sit outside with your friends….but salads? Is that really the best you can do?
2 hours ago