Anyone who knows me will tell you I’m not short of words. You only have to read my blog to work that one out. But a couple of weeks ago, I was… err… um… ahhh… almost struck dumb! The
Imagine this… it’s a freezing cold day. You’re outside. Your fingers are numb. You’d give anything for a hot drink and the chance to sit in the warmth. But you’re homeless. Putting the kettle on isn’t an option.
It’s not that long ago that haggis was a delicacy rarely found outside Scotland. Traditionally served on Burns Night (25th January), haggis was accompanied by ‘chappit tatties and neeps’ (mashed potatoes and swede). In the most northerly parts of Scotland,
Oh sorry… I didn’t realise you were there… I was miles away! On my smallholding, in fact. I was just enjoying the view watching Derek & Clive (my pet donkeys) grazing quietly in their paddock. Ethel and Stan, my Gloucester
When Martha Payne’s blog NeverSeconds was catapulted into the limelight last year, I’m sure she never imagined how it would have changed her life, or improved the lives of countless other children across the world. Less than a year on,
Are food processors backing the wrong horse? If you haven’t heard all the furore about horsemeat found in burgers, I don’t know where you’ve been hiding for the past couple of weeks.