Deborah Lawrenson

The vine canopy is starting to drop russet leaves over the summer dining table. Clouds hang in the valley before the sun warms the morning....

  “It was one of those days so intensely alive and aromatic you could hear as well as smell the fig tree in the courtyard. Wasps hummed in ...

I was wandering around Avignon a few weeks ago, on a day of coshing heat. After a lovely shady lunch opposite the northern end of the Pala...

… mirabelles, the tart orange plums like incandescent bulbs strung in forest green leaves …                                          ...

Yet another of life’s mysterious circles. My life always seems to abound in connections and coincidences, and here is the latest. My Ne...

It has been an amazing few weeks since The Lantern was published in the US and Canada . Reviews have flooded in, including some wonderful...

The days start by casting lemon-bright sunshine through the wooden shutters. The sky is cloudless. By ten o'clock, the heat is rising a...