I once read that in the Celtic tradition monks and warriors undertook “incredible journeys of imagination and spirit.
Chris and I are shortly off to Amalfi in Italy.
It’s that time of year. August. Late winter on our edge of the Zambezi escarpment. When the earth heats up; when the seeds go wild. My garden is coming into its annual climax and my heart is happy.
The language of food echoes through the generations in rural Zambia.
We’ve had the wettest summer since I arrived in Livingstone four years ago. More rain fell in January than the whole of the green season last year.
The Elephant Café, in which I am a partner and the Chef de Cuisine, is two months old today. Instead of writing about its story so far, I have chosen instead to compile a slideshow that illustrates it.