We journey to a place Bringing pieces of our heart with us And as we make our way through We discover yet another new place We wish to journey to. When we leave We take a piece of the land And plan our next journeys To a distant land So it was that I discovered...
‘Guilty as charged, Your Honour.’ ‘What is the charge, accused?’ ‘Well, Your Honour, it was 4 weeks ago when I promised the defendants some recipes from a now-distant trip to Barbados’. ‘And why have you kept them waiting so long?’ ‘Well, Your Honour, since then 1) The pain in my right, writing hand has come...
……Stories from a crazy cook’s holiday! Weeks later my eyes are still awash with white and magenta sand grains, bleu celeste waters and the heat, oh the heat! Why Barbados?