It was Vincent’s birthday last week and rummaging around in my drafts folder, I found this account of making his rhubarb pie. This was written in May 2023, and it’s a weird feeling that although I got my rhubarb from Hastings, I had no idea that a few months later, I’d be living here! It’s strange what can happen when you decide on the place you want to spend the rest of your life and suddenly, it happens!
