Blue-black peaks serrate the skyline on the Spanish side, the Roussillon plains sprawl all the way to the Corbière mountains, and the sea seems to stretch to the end of the world.

French writer and poet describes the massacre as unspeakable, its wounds so deep that we dare not mention them, in this desolate poem, ‘Oradour’.

“If I had three words to describe myself they would be ‘passionate about food’. I am a chef, a baker and a Sourdough expert, and over time I have also become an author, a teacher and a food consultant. Seasonal produce is important to me and I like to incorporate this into my work.”