I’ll be honest with you, I’m not the greatest fan of new year’s resolutions, especially the sort that involve any kind of deprivation. It’s January, the bleakest month of the year (in the UK at least) so why should we pick the darkest, coldest, most colourless time to give up creature comforts like chocolate or cheese? Or to punish our poor, winter-weary bodies with an insane new exercise regime?
Angry (sorry) Energy Produce.
Slow. spacious and open - I hope!