Category Archives: Clapton Pot Sunday

March: in high spirits

It is just over a month since our March dinner, and I am writing this in a gloriously sunny spot in my friends Louise and Ben’s idyllic garden in the Quantock Hills. It is worth mentioning Louise is an inspired

March: in high spirits

It is just over a month since our March dinner, and I am writing this in a gloriously sunny spot in my friends Louise and Ben’s idyllic garden in the Quantock Hills. It is worth mentioning Louise is an inspired

February: no wallflowers here!

Hello Clapton Potters, This post is coming to you from Anna, the newest member of the Clapton Pot team. I’m thrilled to be writing this post after my first night co-hosting the Clapton Pot with the wonderful Violaine (find her

February: no wallflowers here!

Hello Clapton Potters, This post is coming to you from Anna, the newest member of the Clapton Pot team. I’m thrilled to be writing this post after my first night co-hosting the Clapton Pot with the wonderful Violaine (find her

January: quiet as a mouse

In January the Clapton Pot doors were kept shut. It’s been a great year, but change is ahead, and the Clapton Pot will be back in February. I leave you with this little mouse: at 7 years old I was

January: quiet as a mouse

In January the Clapton Pot doors were kept shut. It’s been a great year, but change is ahead, and the Clapton Pot will be back in February. I leave you with this little mouse: at 7 years old I was

December: doing what neighbours do best

The December Clapton Pot was kept in the family – so to speak, as I like to call my neighbours my London family. Over the years we’ve had numerous dinners together, inside and outside regardless of temperatures, drank far too

December: doing what neighbours do best

The December Clapton Pot was kept in the family – so to speak, as I like to call my neighbours my London family. Over the years we’ve had numerous dinners together, inside and outside regardless of temperatures, drank far too

November: books and cooks

Finding myself without a co-host at short notice, I called upon my long-time Clapton friend Eleanor to give me a hand and save my sanity. Eleanor is the owner of Pages of Hackney, our wonderful local bookshop which I urge

November: books and cooks

Finding myself without a co-host at short notice, I called upon my long-time Clapton friend Eleanor to give me a hand and save my sanity. Eleanor is the owner of Pages of Hackney, our wonderful local bookshop which I urge