Feature: Horizons, January 2008 It is utterly still here. The sky is hard blue like pottery glaze. The skeletons of spring’s daisies – little papery discs on dessicated stems – stand stiffly between small, sharp, black stones. An invisible insect flies past, making a metallic whirring noise like a miniaturised helicopter. The sound stretches until it melts back into the hot silence. Nothing thrives here. Except us. Tankwa Town, a...

Foodie travel article: Weekend Argus, Travel supplement, 30 September 2007 The most memorable meal I had in France was one that we cooked from ingredients we gathered at the local market in St Menehould – a cassoulet made with the Champagne area’s famous Puy lentils, fresh leeks and tomatoes, and homemade parsley and pork sausages, washed down with Valmy, a fruity beer from the farm down the road. Ah, happy days. But luckily I don’t...