At the weekend I bought a little smoked garlic cheese at the farmers market. It has the most beautiful green and cream waxy coat and luckily it tastes just amazing (though this was for me of secondary importance…).

In the woods today the green-garlic theme continues with carpets of the wild stuff.
On my way to a friends house I took a wrong turn in the woods and got slightly lost. It was deadly quiet under the trees apart from the occasional startled pigeon. I scrambled through bracken, up steep banks of dried pine needles, clambered across waterfalls, through bright and grassy clearings and dark dense woodland, over fallen tree-trunks,

past some bemused looking sheep, over barbed wire, through a field and someone’s back-garden to find the road again… A mini adventure on my own doorstep.

I reached my friends house completely unscathed (...despite the sea of nettles I wadded through) and he kindly gave me a lovely cup of tea, a bag full of gorgeous cuttings from his garden and a lift home. Phew…