Making a home and life on love alone

There are days when I miss Australia. I miss small things, like the smell of the eucalypts drying in the summer heat, or the crash of the sea onto the banks.

I also miss more material things, like an under-bench oven that would comfortably hold a leg of venison - and a freezer with the capacity to hold extras.

Those of you who read my columns regularly know that I am fond of good food, and the tools that go into its creation.