“And my chutneys and kasaundies are, after all, connected to my nocturnal scribblings — by day amongst the pickle-vats, by night within these sheets, I spend my time at the great work of preserving. Memory, as well as fruit, is being saved from the corruption of the clocks.” — Saleem Sinai in Midnight’s Children, Salman Rushdie
Writing the past and pickling fruits may well be acts of preservation, but once the finished product makes its appearance on a piece of paper or in a Kilner jar, it can be all too easily misplaced, lost, or forgotten.
Three glorious days spent at my Uncle’s place in the northern tip of Scotland taught me that weather is no obstacle to Scottish picnickers. Whilst 12 degrees celsius, driving rain and Hurricane Highland may be the kind of summer’s day you’d find the average Brit all cosied up indoors with their hands wrapped around a mug of hot tea, the Scots will be sauntering out into the heathered hills geared from head-to-toe with their picnic baskets and fishing rods. Continue…
Whilst eating out at your favourite restaurant is always (hopefully) enjoyable, there’s a certain etiquette you have to comply with: you sit up straight in a chair, you order, your meal arrives, you eat, you pay, you leave. Continue
From truant Tupperwares to forgotten forks, picnics somehow always involves missing items. To avoid these wholly unnecessary misfortunes, I’ve decided to give you a list, compiled into a short video, of the ten essential things you need to help your picnic run smoothly. Continue
Let’s be honest here. We do sometimes make mistakes when we’re picking the perfect picnic spot. But who can possibly count on the tide coming in, rather than going out?
This special day I spent barbecuing with two of my closest friends on the sandy, sun-soaked banks of the River Orwell. Featuring a three salad combo, incoming tides, and multi-functional Birkenstocks all topped off with a scorching summer burn, this picnic was more concentrated on a friendly catch-up than a tidal one. Continue