In case you didn’t know it, we’re at war. The enemy isn’t North Korea, Iran or Al Qaeda. In fact, the enemy isn’t even a human. It’s not the Martians, the Klingons or the Galactic Empire. No; the enemy is what your milk comes in. We – the enlightened West – have declared war on plastic.
When you hear about beautiful places it’s almost natural to imagine towering mountains, golden beaches, glittering lakes or thundering waterfalls; it’s not quite so natural to imagine a city. However, five minutes in the centre of Florence turns that completely on its head.
I really enjoy cooking. It’s not that I’m especially good at it, but I enjoy experimenting, producing something a bit different and, hopefully, edible. One discovery that completely changed the way I cook was sea salt, first introduced to me in Paris by Jacques Rivron
The course in Tobermory really is in a stunning setting, looking back down to the town itself and across to Morven and Applecross, the hills of which were snow-capped today. A number of the holes have blind tee shots, meaning it’s even more hit-and-hope than usual, but it’s a really good, fair test.
I came across a quote from John Stott last week and it has really made me think. This is what he says:
It’s a wonderful thing when you look back over a year and struggle to whittle the highlights down to a shortlist!
I think it must be impossible not to love the Deep South! We had a fairly brief ten day holiday there, and here are some of the standout elements.