There are certain days when everything stops still and becomes quiet. Today was one of those days. Thick snow surprising us on a mid March day (not a regular occurence in England). To my delight Keith has made bread and its unique warm smell is filling the kitchen as I write. Salty butter spread on it’s fresh-from-the-oven, heated surface. A crisp crust giving way beneath the bread knife to reveal a soft but structured interior. Marbled browns on top and scattered with midnight black poppy seeds….