As I stepped into the garden to sweep, my cat was curiously staring at something. As I looked closer, it was a fluffy, delicate-looking moorhen chick in front of him.He must have picked it up by the stream, as there’s no way for a moorhen chick to get into the garden on its own.

It has been so humid and warm today, so I let my kitty roam around outside. When I checked on them, they were under the hawthorn bush and had made themselves a little bed, with a partition for privacy, haha! They looked cooler there, but also looked bored.

I was lucky to spot a chicken of the woods and a button mushroom camouflaged alongside it at the local farm shop this morning.Although I went on a fungi hunt and spent some time looking for mushrooms earlier today, I didn’t find any new ones to show you.

What I love about traditional British food is its deep roots in history and how it’s still cherished today. These dishes were born out of need, made with whatever was on hand, and lovingly passed down through generations. There’s a strong sense of pride in keeping these traditions alive, and I admire that.

What I love about traditional British food is its deep roots in history and how it’s still cherished today. These dishes were born out of need, made with whatever was on hand, and lovingly passed down through generations. There’s a strong sense of pride in keeping these traditions alive, and I admire that.

Jam Roly-Poly is an old British pudding from the 1800s.The British have a fun way of naming their food, often inspired by how it looks or how it’s made. I’d love to share this pudding called Jam Roly-Poly, and once you see it, you’ll understand why it got that name.