It was a good weekend. On Friday evening we walked from Chinatown to London Bridge, along the Southbank and through the dimly lit streets of Borough. I drank in October London in all of its damp, heady glory, knowing that when I come back it will be muffled by the gloom of January. But even now,Continue reading “Verona”
Author Archives: Alice Mulhearn Williams
Fregula with pancetta and squash
Although the topic has been the focus of countless poems, photographs and childhood memories, I would like to bring something to your attention: the sweetness of an October evening in London, circa 6pm. It was on yesterday’s commute home from Putney to Canary Wharf – I know, I know, it’s madness – that I firstContinue reading “Fregula with pancetta and squash”
To the table: bread and butter pudding
Food memories – the good and the bad – are the most enduring. It’s not just the taste, but the things that accompany it: memories of the kitchen table in a childhood home or of the person standing by the stove; nostalgia for a smell, a sound, a place or a time. I quite often find myselfContinue reading “To the table: bread and butter pudding”
Day six: Cala Sisine
I’ve just realised that I never finished telling you about Sardinia. On the second to last day we took our rented car up the side of a mountain and then – going against all common sense – we drove it down a rock strewn trail for an hour and a half. The donkeys looked at usContinue reading “Day six: Cala Sisine”
Day five: gin rummy and a storm
I already know that soon this place will feel like an illusion. The morning wake up call of the butcher shouting through his megaphone; the midnight ceremony by the fridge as we scavenge salami and cheese; the twists and turns of the mountain roads, and the black-clad widows nodding their good mornings. On our firstContinue reading “Day five: gin rummy and a storm”
Day four: Baunei
A valley opens up before us and we catch sight of the ocean at last. Three hours on the road, Alghero far behind us. We’re heading towards Baunei – a tiny mountain town on the east of the island. The wind picks up by the time we reach our little house in the hills. TheContinue reading “Day four: Baunei”
Day three: Bosa
I lie in bed, listening to the sounds of Alghero (namely the very loud plumbing and the rumble of a mini tourist train crawling past our window). Yesterday I handed in my notice. In three weeks I’m moving to Verona to learn Italian, teach English and write. At home the idea seemed vaguely ridiculous, butContinue reading “Day three: Bosa”
Day Two: Neptune’s Grotto
At about 9am the church bells are drowned out by furious hammering in the apartment above us, the sound echoing through the thick stone walls. A cappuccino by the sea; a walk through Alghero’s historical centre, and we’re ready to face the Sardinian roads. With the sea on our left, we drive towards the headland.Continue reading “Day Two: Neptune’s Grotto”
Day One: Alghero, Sardinia
Through the drizzle, we see Alghero’s City walls loom before us, thick, tall and flanked by sea. Inside, the streets coil around stone churches and the city’s windows are draped with blood red coral. From our apartment’s window we have a view of a damp cobble street; to the left there is a white church,Continue reading “Day One: Alghero, Sardinia”
Blogging, blogging, blogging
Dear readers, today we’re going to take some time to stop, recount, and think about this blog for a little while. I apologise in advance, but I’m in need of some blog counselling. You see, there’s nothing in this world I enjoy more than pouring myself a coffee, putting a record on, and writing. NotContinue reading “Blogging, blogging, blogging”
To The Table 