Meet Hester Browne
Q. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you choose to be?
A. In Galway, eating oysters and drinking Guinness
Q. What’s your best quality?
A. I can see the funny side of pretty much anything apart from tax returns
Q. What do you regret most?
A. That I can't persuade Violet, my Basset hound, to get into my beloved green Mazda Miata.
Q. What’s your greatest flaw?
A. I have absolutely no will power, and a tendency to over dramatise.
April 29, 2011I’m very bad at (a) updating my Author Voices blog and (b) self-publicity of any kind – come on, I’m English – but it seems like as good a time as any to remind you all that I wrote a book about someone nearly marrying a prince some years ago, way back in the dusty days when it seemed as if Prince William couldn’t put off proposing much longer. 2008, I believe. I would urge all you Royal-watchers to investigate The Little Lady Agency and the Prince, as it contains much sound prince-wrangling advice, albeit of minor European princelings. You might also think about looking up The Finishing... see more
February 11, 2011What could be sweeter on Valentine's Day than a pillowy, voluptuous marshmallow you've made yourself? Marshmallows might seem impossible if you don't have a non-WillyWonka-equipped kitchen, but they're actually quite simple, so long as you have the magic ingredient - a sugar thermometer. Pick one up from your local cookshop or jam-making neighbour, and you're away.
3 tbsp powdered sugar sifted with 3 tbsp cornflour
25g/2 packets of gelatine (sorry, veggies; Vegegel doesn't quite work
1/2 (half a) cup water
2 ½ cups granulated sugar
1 cup water
2 egg whites (or... see more
February 03, 2011So! The reeling ball in the stately home! And the question on everyone’s lips: did the vintage eBay bargain skirt fit in the end?
Well, I’m happy to say that yes, it did. Even if Anna the fearsome seamstress took me at my holding-my-breath-in word, and sewed the new buttons at the hopeful spot I insisted my new waist would be - which meant that I had to wear industrial-strength Spanx up to my chin, and pick daintily at dinner beforehand. Between the skirt and the Vivienne Westwood corset top piling up my frontage like a Whole Foods display, I had a sudden but vivid insight into why Victorian ladies moved around with such care.... see more
November 08, 2010This is my favourite time of the year here in the middle of nowhere.From Hallowe'en through to Bonfire Night, and into the drizzly no-man's land running up to Christmas, it's everything I like best about beingEnglish, up to and including the weather. Chilly, leaf-rustling, glove weather. It’sbasically what we – and our potato-friendly national cuisine - are designedfor.
Out here on the rural Welsh border, things takea misty turn around October, and the air smells of apples, woodsmoke and spookiness.Hallowe'en is a perfect example of the British obsession with supernaturalshivers and history in general. We're effectively history's... see more