Daffodil picking, Cornwall. Spring 1974. Cold, back-breaking and the sap was really irritating to the skin. I do still love daffs though so it didn't put me off them and when I get a bunch of daffs for brightening up the kitchen I think of the pickers.
I miss the woman my daughter was before she lost her husband
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.


