The Suffolk Appetite

  The Emperor’s New Milk There’s a particular kind of nonsense that only becomes obvious when you set it against something honest. And nothing exposes the nonsense of the recent Oatly legal saga quite like looking at how things are done here in Suffolk: quietly, properly, without the theatrics. Because while Oatly is busy stamping slogans on cartons and marching into courtrooms claiming oppression, the law has remained exactly the same as it’s always been: milk is defined in UK and EU regulation as the normal mammary secretion of a mammal. Not a grain. Not a nut. Not anything that needs soaking, blitzing, straining, and stabilising before it vaguely resembles something white. If it doesn’t lactate, it doesn’t make milk. Simple as that. And this isn’t a dairy‑lobby invention. It’s the same definition used in Sweden, Oatly’s own homeland. Sweden’s National Food Agency has applied it for decades. Oatly grew up under that rule. They know it inside out. Yet after losing at the Intellect...

  ☕🌊 Movement Monday: A Brisk Walk, A Sea Breeze, and a Proper Treat at The Dip, Felixstowe Movement Monday rolls round again — that weekly ritual where we all pretend we’re outdoorsy types who love fresh air, rather than people who would happily stay indoors with a brew. Still, Old Felixstowe’s promenade does make the whole thing easier. Big skies, salty air, and the promise of something warm and caffeinated at the end of it. Now, I should confess something. I have a perfectly functional beach hut. With a kettle. And coffee. And a chair that doesn’t judge me. I could have made my own drink and sat there like a smug seaside hermit. But in the true spirit of Movement Monday realism, I walked the full 100ft to The Dip . A heroic effort, I’m sure you’ll agree. Practically an expedition. Someone alert the Ramblers Association. I’ve been visiting The Dip ever since that fateful day my wife bought a beach hut on a whim — a decision that still divides opinion in the household every tim...