I’ve banged on about food being my life for a few years now, but connected to that is travel. One equates to the other for me – my love of food is not only what is on my doorstep (although that is important too). But also taking inspiration from where I go, what I see and do. It always has been, with every passing year being centred around trips and journeys. Even when Persephone was born one of the first things we did was book tickets to Australia, as we thought it was a good idea to go long haul before she was fully mobile (it really was). Pre-baby I realised a lot of my destinations were picked on what I wanted to eat. I adore spicy food, so Asia has seen a lot of love. When we lived in a Vietnamese populated part of London we became obsessed with the food so a trip to Vietnam seemed obvious. Then there are journeys closer to home – a train journey through France, heading for Italy – Piedmont to be specific – in November for truffle and hazelnut season. Staying on a hazelnut farm for £50 a night. It isn’t always about big monies.
