Wet, wild, and wooly with some sun. That sums up my brain in January as the holiday fog starts to disperse. The last of the galettes have been fought over, the fèves have gone back into the drawers and shop tins, and the quiet days of occasional downpours and slippery wet leaves have made their appearance.
I am settling into the rhythm o…
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