A harvest in Tuscany. What images does that conjure? Undulating hills in autumnal sunshine?  Happy harvesters with floppy hats and brown faced smiles plucking warm fruit in scented air between laughter filled breaks for alfresco pasta and red wine? Yup. That’s more or less what I imagined too when I offered to help my friend...Read More

Diario d’un Cuore Spezzato (Diary of a Broken Heart) I have never been to Tuscany. Not ‘real’ Tuscany. But then I have never had my heart broken either. So I have run away, from everyone and everywhere I know,   to the top of a hill in the middle of nowhere. If you can call the...Read More