Hippie Tabbouleh

When I was young, my parents sent me to a little art studio called Mud Pottery Studio on the Main Road for art classes. They suspected (quite rightly) that we were not getting much by way of creative outlet at the quite decent “coloured” government school my brother and I were going to at the time (the mid-70s). It was here, I think, that I was exposed to a bit of the hippie culture of the time … art teachers with shawls and long petticoat skirts, with loose Indian florals and those leather