It began with a mammoth drive - straight through the middle of the Brecon Beacons - to get to Gloria’s farmhouse in Presteigne, on the border of England and Wales. A flat chunk of mist was sitting on the trees at the top of the valley; it had rained non-stop for the last 24 hours. This made the cosy inside of Gloria’s barn conversion even more comforting. The house had touches of Colombia everywhere. Gloria’s dish was a true extension of her - warm and bright with hidden depths and rich context.