I love a simple Mediterranean way of eating, a chunk of bread & sweet raspberry jam, a small bowl of perfectly ripe apricots & coffee fresh from the pot. It reminds me of when my mum lived in France and we would sit on the balcony to eat breakfast & watch the world go by. When my mum moved, we didn’t know the details of our ancestry, she just felt compelled to spend time there and to learn the language. Then it came to light that her great grandfather had moved to England from Paris in the 1800s. There was a more profound reason for her wanderlust. Days like today make me reflect on how I came to this moment and with the stillness of the heat & simplicity of the food in front of me, I can feel my family history coursing through my veins.