Memories – Love, Lucie

My Mother’s Day treat

As a rule we don’t usually go to town over Mother’s Day. We never have really, preferring not to jump

Decorating, leaking showers, new wardrobes and the general trashed house that comes along with them have seen my sewing machine

Here, in Yorkshire, we are incredibly lucky to live a mere couple of miles away from the Yorkshire Sculpture Park.

When Freya was small we would bake together. Biscuits were her favourite thing. We had a box of 101 cutter

We went to Yarndale, just the two of us, on the train. Our first festival of yarn. We took banana

With the wedding behind us, along with all the preparations, I thought it was high time I spent a quality

I probably shouldn’t call her good ‘old’ Delia, but it’s my cookbook to which I am refering, not the good

There is nothing that conjures up the taste of summer, especially spread on a hot toasted crumpet in the depths

It was a big moment earlier this year when I let my daughter, Freya, lose on my sewing machine for

During the summers of my childhood my parents led very busy lives running our seaside hotel in Llandudno. This was