Hello, I’m Sophie. I write about my allotment, growing food and generally being quite weathered.
I grew up in Devon with goats and their hairy yoghurt in a small place called Ottery St. Mary. I originally trained as an actor, and now teach/run workshops (this is my website for that) and I’ve done this in some surprising places: LA for some years, and most recently Spain, so this will make sense of why some of my writing is from those parts.
I learnt to cook in Venice where I worked for a count and countess, who let me do things in their ancient kitchen, and who taught me how to love liver (slivers) and to only eat ice cream in the street.
I have had an allotment (Plot 10) for six years, which has turned me into someone with permanently filthy hands and an obsession with early mornings. I have become a gardener.
I have also outgrown the recipe element of the blog; the recipes are still there and I believe I have written enough about cake. I love growing things, and there are many people out there like me. I love the allotment as a place to be to sort out my thoughts, run away from them, and create some kind of order where none exists. It is very good at making me disciplined. There is something quite useful about having someone in authority with a clipboard looming down on you if the paths aren’t suitably maintained, despite my fantasies about running naked through the weeds.
Thank you very much for reading me.
‘The gardener digs in another time, without past or future, beginning or end. A time that does not cleave the day with rush hours, lunch breaks, the last bus home. As you walk in the garden you pass into this time — the moment of entering can never be remembered. Around you the landscape lies transfigured. Here is the Amen beyond the prayer.’ Derek Jarman, Modern Nature.
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