Hot soup for driech days

This week, we visit the truffle festival in Sète and I make a spinach and chickpea soup that’s full of health

We’ve had days and days of grey, heavy skies, the sort of weather the Scots call driech. It’s not perceptibly raining but the pavements are wet and in the garden, the leaves are slick with moisture. I take the dogs out in the morning and they race back inside, as though they’ve forgotten that during their London lives this damp gloom would have constitu…