at home with Rosie Birkett
I’ve become one of those people who is perpetually preoccupied by the weather. When I lived in London, it was just ‘the weather’ – sometimes an inconvenience, sometimes a bonus and sometimes a massive bore. I was tuned into its rhythms as much as the next city dweller with vaguely bucolic tendencies – hitting the pub garden and local pool as soon as it was sunny, taking Turkish takeaways and cold cans of cornershop beer to
