A Bank Holiday Feast


We spent the Spring Bank Holiday weekend in the little Cotswolds village of Notgrove. Our four-bedoomed farm cottage had all the mod cons. Robins frolicked in the garden and Roe deer peered at us from the hedge. One day, we hired Hasan, an Iranian chef to cook us a festive meal. He first served a…

Road To Mannar


For the second time in five years, I am on the road to Mannar. And I love it! The Kangaroo cab takes me to the pickup point at four thirty in the morning. The driver, an ex-soldier, talks incessantly about the war with the Tamil Tigers. Flamingo Tours mini-coach arrives just before five and over…

Love Supreme – Santana At The O2


Carlos Santana turned sixty eight last week. Few days later he was at the London O2. I went to see him. I drove to London that Saturday morning, left the car at my daughter’s and took the DLR to the O2. The new swish cable car they call the Emirates Air Line took me across the Thames.…

In My Time – Week 29, 2015


Early on in the week we made Harira for supper – the Moroccan thick soup with chickpeas, lentils, rice, tomatoes, garlic and ginger. It didn’t come out quite the way neither the recipe nor we intended, so we added loads of leftover roast guinea fowl from the previous evening to it and opened a bottle of…

Breakfast At Dishoom


The other day, we had breakfast at Dishoom, the Bombay Irani cafe at Kings Cross where English food comes with an Indian twist. The cavernous but elegant converted warehouse is cosy, beautifully furnished and lit. Waiters smile. The barman adds spices to cocktails. Joss sticks burn and the air smells sweet. You feel instantly comfortable.…