"On a cold day, there’s nothing like my mum’s stew to come home to"
"When I was growing up our family lived in London but we spent our weekends in Wiltshire, where my architect father had designed and built a beautiful modernist house. I’d wait for Dad to come home on Friday night so we could pack the car for the weekend, and on Saturday morning at the house, over breakfast, we’d plan a long walk, including a pub visit.