Having just moved house, things have been a shade on the manic side of late. Now that we've managed to wrestle our cottage into the 21st century and have become connected to the global-hyper-mega-interweb, the usual array of disparate musings will re-appear shortly with renewed vigour. There are tales of nettles, pigs' ears, milk jam and vegetable patches to follow anon.
Until then, a bientot. x