Round here, nature is at last doing autumn properly, instead of lazily slinging a cloudful of water our way and calling it a season. Suddenly, it's cold. Whatever time of day or evening you venture out, you can smell the wood-smoke from people’s log fires, and see ambitiously-stacked spider sanctuaries log-piles leaning against the walls of thatched cottages. In the evening, I pour a glass of red wine and sit down beside our own fire. Then, – more often than not – I immediately shriek and Continue Reading
How to crochet leaves
Meanwhile here at the brewery, it's raining. So that means no fancy brewery-housey yarn-bombing big-reveal photos quite yet, because dreary grey drizzly rainy background just wouldn't do them justice. But that's no bad thing, because being congenitally over-ambitious, I've had further ideas for embellishment since my last post. Who knows where this'll end? Somewhere ridiculous, that's where. Somewhere that'll result in me being drummed out of the parish by a committee of more Continue Reading