This little beach-hut style gem of a cafe is the first thing that greets you after a short potter from Studland village down to the seaside.
It sits nestled on South Beach, the lesser known of Studland’s beaches on this patch of Jurassic Coast (that is also quietly known as ‘the local’s beach’). Joe’s Cafe, the only option here for replenishing yourself after walking the cobwebs away, is an iconic and much-loved beach feature to locals and holiday-makers alike.
It’s the stars that took the biscuit.
The stars and eating the most flavourful tagines that had been cooked under the sand for hours. It was washing with water from deep wells after days spent under an unrelenting sun and travelling with Berbers on camels across a landscape that looked indiscriminate to my eye yet they read like their palm. It was running down dunes and feeling like you were wearing space boots. It was waking up and going to sleep according to the sun.
(and those stars).
Well thank God for that.
The second installment of Greenhouse Diaries after the arduous build would have been a pretty slim report on empty terracotta pots and glum growers HAD our seeds not done such a ruddy good job.
To be fair, dad has been giving them daily tips on how to germinate and the like. I’m pretty sure it was the ‘well done lads, you are doing great but don’t go resting on your laurels’ [again with a pointed finger] that coaxed the seeds to shoots.
Cockles, whelks, winkles and the like seem to have a bad old rep next to the scallop, oyster and other such illustrious shelly company. It’s a cultural mileu I can’t get my head around, and am all up for bucking.
In my mind cockling can be found in the phrase dictionary under ‘the most simple of pleasures,’ as these guys are not only a wild blast to find but truly, and simply, tasty.
From down here in my corner of Dorset May Day is even more than the glorious posies on the door tradition (head to Little Green Shed to learn more about that) as from today we can officially cockle for our supper from the low tides of Poole Harbour.
There are a series of poly tunnels that sit brimming with good stuff on the edge of the community of Amaoti in Kwa-Zulu Natal, South Africa. Amaoti is characterised in part by poverty and all the different traps that that relates to; unemployment, poor housing, low sanitation and malnutrition (among other things).
But boy is there community here and jees is there good stuff coming out of a space that faces huge challenges. I met some of the folk who are part of a movement implicating change here as part of the Domino Foundation team. They grow goodness in the ground that contributes to a goodness on the ground as huge numbers of orphans are fed daily from food made up of this freshly grown veg.
Here’s Bheki, one of the team, telling his tale…