A Roman Type of Day
Watching fishing boats return to port in Vrsar was uplifting. Gulls cried and swooped in their wake as the early morning sun reflected on their wings before Mr Word Loft and I boarded the Ancient...
Wish Upon A Bone
Meat shredded from the carcass, I dismantled the wishbone, put it to one side, and then carried on stirring the saucepan’s ingredients. A copious sprinkling of seasoning, a generous glug of Sauvignon Blanc added to...