After being on maternity leave (back soon!) I am in the latest Lionheart magazine talking about my love of all things Jam.
There is something restorative about Jam, something that’s good for the soul. Something that reminds me of slightly worn cardigans, scrubbed kitchen tables and warm tights. Of strawberry picking with my Pompa, of my Grandma’s house, and the fridge we had at home when I was growing up, where a jar of sticky jam lurked always at the back. Easing open a jar of blackberry jam and breathing in its aroma instantly transports me to the height of summer and the depths of winter all at the same time. Sun-warmed grass and frosty windows jarred in perfect unison.