OK, I give in. Summer has officially beaten me. July and August have been a blur, and trying to keep up with blogging once a week has well and truly been beyond me over the past couple of months. It may well be my own fault for squeezing so much into the Summer months, but what, that’s it? Summer is really over? It’s rushed by and although lots of fun things have happened, all the busyness seems to have sapped my baking mojo, too. I’ve had it with light, summery puddings, and instead I’m hankering after dark, warming puds; ginger and apple and sticky heavy cakes. Something in me is yearning for chilly evenings, woolly gloves and perhaps not having as much on the agenda. Well, apart from a hen do, a university reunion, baking my friend’s wedding cake and cheering my brother on in a triathlon. What can I say? Turns out I’m all about plans. But I’ve let the blog slip lately. Normal service will return soon. Promise.
In the meantime I’ll leave you with some photos from a very recent end-of-Summer wine-tasting roadtrip around France, during which we ate snails, stayed in a treehouse, hit up antiques markets, visited La Machine in Nantes, frolicked on beaches and, of course, bought a hella lot of wine. I also took my long-neglected film camera with me, so those photos will be up on the blog in the near future. PROMISE. And if you want to keep up to date with me off the blog, you can follow me on Instagram. See you soon, chums!