Cavolo nero is my new thing. It seems strange to see this dark, wintry vegetable under such bright, cloudless skies at my local farmers market. It's brooding beauty juts from boxes of fresh-bought produce and jostles for space in my boot alongside a body board and various towels and bathers - our ever-ready kit for impromptu swims. Yet this
is August, it is as cold as it's going to get all year - and I'm in sandals!
