Curry Pasties, The Taste of Two Homes ¦ Oxford Moments
On a cold winter’s day, there’s nothing like the taste of home to warm the tummy, says writer Yang-May Ooi. But what is the taste of home if “home” is made up of more than one place? Curry…
On a cold winter’s day, there’s nothing like the taste of home to warm the tummy, says writer Yang-May Ooi. But what is the taste of home if “home” is made up of more than one place? Curry…
Once a London city-slicker, writer Yang-May Ooi revels in the glories offered by mud, mud and more mud in the local environs of Oxford. Mud, Mud Everywhere ¦ Oxford Moments One of the attractions for me of moving…
All this talk of enchantment during times of crisis (see this blog’s previous posts Rose Lane, Pathway to Enchantment and The Enchantment of Christchurch Meadow) prompts writer Yang-May Ooi to think about fantasies of escape from ordinary life …