What happens when you move a child from Abruzzo Italy to a new land with different food? Where does the consideration of food cultural identity sit in society?
In the midst of a tidy-up, welling up whilst listening to soldiers & conscientious objectors commemorate D-Day, I found a poem written by a soldier great uncle
My official springtime clock starts when ‘He’ of plate like hands sits astride his tractor freshly shaven with new coiffure to start the busy season
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