The drive to Swansea, where my son’s a student, is long and winding and laboriously slow, largely because the first part of the journey involves driving uphill and down dale at a snail’s pace through the Dorset countryside. But to make the journey more bearable I’ve taken to stopping halfway in the gorgeous honey-stoned city of Bath, with its elegant Georgian crescents, magnificent abbey and chic shops. If I’ve got ...keep reading
Virtually everyone I know has an Ottolenghi book or two in their kitchen. My favourite is the first – the eponymous Ottolenghi: The Cookbook, a gorgeous tome with recipes that are surprisingly straightforward and page after page of stunning images. A new Ottolenghi deli has just opened in Spitalfields and I popped in last week, planning to buy some treats. But when I spotted an empty table in the corner ...keep reading
Columnist Liz Jones is a mass of contradictions. She’s forever complaining she’s broke, yet buys Prada, Bottega Veneta and most recently a top-of-the- range facelift. She splashes out on a rambling Victorian pile on Exmoor, complete with 46 acres, then gets fed up and puts it back on the market, saying: “It’s too big. I’ve got seven bedrooms and six bathrooms and about 400 animals.” She finds the men in her ...keep reading