Marcelle

Marcelle

Marcelle had never been as one might say a bright star.  Not that there is anything visibly wrong with her – she is charming, has a radiant smile and a kind word for everyone.  Now in her forties, everyone in the village knows and likes her and she knows and likes...
Lillies of the valley…

Lillies of the valley…

Every year, roundabout the beginning of May, her father would take her to that place.  In silence, they would cycle in tandem, until they reached the imposing entrance.  He would step off his bike and place it against one of the pillars. Then he would take her smaller...
Porc or Porque?

Porc or Porque?

My friend Nicola, author, literary researcher and member of the professional food writers’ forum called Eatwords, (we call ourselves Eatworders), asked a food-related question yesterday…”Help, please, literati… I have been given a manuscript to read.   It’s a...
Tea with Neddles

Tea with Neddles

Her name was Edna but the children called her Neddles.  Summer was her favourite season when she would serve a favoured guest tiny alpine strawberries on buttery shortbread, freshly made toast with tarty gooseberry jam and juicy raspberries with cream and homemade...
The millionaire’s mushroom..

The millionaire’s mushroom..

Some think its fleeting, heady perfume evocative and divinely sensual.  Others rate it simply as a gourmet’s delight.  Personally I reckon the truffle’s scent is unmistakably and un-apologetically carnal – reminding me of the muskiness of an unmade...