I am happy to report that this year’s Sculpture in the Garden exhibition at Leicester Botanic Garden is a considerable improvement on last year’s frankly piss-poor effort.

Eggs Florentine has recently become my late breakfast of choice. That’s my handiwork in the photo, you have to admit it looks stunning. I had it for the first time the other week at The Table Cafe in London, where I had a pleasant time chatting to a pair of American tourists who were very excited about having bumped into Eddie Izzard the night before. It’s straightforward to make, you just top an English muffin with wilted spinach, poached egg and Hollandaise sauce. I had thought that Hollandaise would be tricky but this Hollandaise sauce for one recipe is easy to follow and I’ve made it several times without incident. 

Eggs Florentine has recently become my late breakfast of choice. That’s my handiwork in the photo, you have to admit it looks stunning. I had it for the first time the other week at The Table Cafe in London, where I had a pleasant time chatting to a pair of American tourists who were very excited about having bumped into Eddie Izzard the night before. It’s straightforward to make, you just top an English muffin with wilted spinach, poached egg and Hollandaise sauce. I had thought that Hollandaise would be tricky but this Hollandaise sauce for one recipe is easy to follow and I’ve made it several times without incident. 

These holiday snaps are epic…

Fly-through of Richard III’s lost priory and tomb

DeMontfort University’s Digital Building Heritage Group has created this impressive CGI reconstruction of Grey Friars Church and the tomb of Richard III which lay inside. As Doug Hawthorne of the group points out, This was not a small church, it would have towered over the contemporary medieval buildings in the area in a way which is perhaps underappreciated and would also dominate those adjacent to it today”See more background here.

The full version of this animation can be seen at the new Richard III Visitor Centre, which opened today. As tickets for this are eight quid each for adults, I haven’t rushed out to get one just yet. I reckon I should be able to get in for free in a work-related capacity sooner or later.

There’s so many segregated cycle paths around here that it’s easy to bike into both St Tropez and Ste Maxime without mixing with traffic.

'Ti Punch, made with dark rhum agricole as it's the evening. You use white rhum agricole if you have it in the day, or so I've read. Squeeze a wedge of lime in a glass, add rhum agricole and sugar syrup in your favoured amounts (at Les Prairies De La Mer)

'Ti Punch, made with dark rhum agricole as it's the evening. You use white rhum agricole if you have it in the day, or so I've read. Squeeze a wedge of lime in a glass, add rhum agricole and sugar syrup in your favoured amounts (at Les Prairies De La Mer)

My holiday beer of choice is usually the local mini-supermarket’s own-brand lager. This is from Utile, which is the dominant franchise in this corner of the South of France. At 4.2% ABV, it’s an ideal strength for beach drinking and multi-packs of the little 25cl bottles cost next to nothing. It tastes pleasant enough in this heat when straight out the fridge.

My holiday beer of choice is usually the local mini-supermarket’s own-brand lager. This is from Utile, which is the dominant franchise in this corner of the South of France. At 4.2% ABV, it’s an ideal strength for beach drinking and multi-packs of the little 25cl bottles cost next to nothing. It tastes pleasant enough in this heat when straight out the fridge.

After a terrifying white-knuckle drive along extremely narrow mountain roads with precipitous drops at the side and no barriers to stop you plunging to your doom (how can such roads even be legal in France?), we made it to the charming village of Collobrieres. The locals often tackle these roads at wholly inappropriate speeds, which explains the number of wrecked cars that litter the hillsides. Twenty-five years ago, BeerLeg, Dawkeye and myself let Onepotscreamer drive us along these very roads every day when we stayed in Collobrieres for a fortnight. What on earth were we thinking?