Why being a foodie ‘up north’ isn’t all that grim

Eight years ago, my hubby and I moved from the heart of middle England, the rolling green hills and idyllically charming villages of The Cotswolds. We left behind the beech woodlands and yellow-stone hamlets, said farewell to gastro pubs and farm shops and set off up the M1 to the industrial heartland of the north,… Continue reading Why being a foodie ‘up north’ isn’t all that grim