As I write this it is raining; it has been raining all week. I remember days in the city where the rain only stained the streets a darker grey, but out here a damp day turns the landscape a deep, lush green. We potter about our rainy day activities, accompanied by the sound of it
Born out of my slightly Pagan love of rituals & seasonal foods, combined with my vague dislike of regular hot cross buns – are they sweet or savoury? bread or cake? Perhaps it’s just me, but there’s something eminently disappointing about a bun that tastes like the worst bits of Christmas cake & toast combined.