It’s satisfying to write a note before you leave. It’s a trick of domestic prophecy, to make sure everything is in its place and imagine that person arriving in your absence, and hopefully, you’ve smoothed their settling in a little. The bags are packed, the bins taken out, perhaps there are snacks in the fridge. Finally, whether on a smart piece of thick paper or the back of an envelope, words that land between instruction and affection: “Don’t worry about it, call us if you need anything, help yourself to whatever you like!”

This, I suppose, is the equivalent of that note. I started my parental leave from my full-time job a few weeks ago, but knowing when and what to leave as a self-employed person is trickier to navigate. Certain things are easy to just pause, but savour posed an interesting question: I could take a little break, or I could find custodians for a few weeks. As an editor, I’ve been commissioning writers for years and I know how pleasing it can be to ask someone whose work you admire to take on an idea you can’t bring to life alone. This was the same. So custodianship it is.

From Friday, savourites - the weekly round-up of tasty morsels available to paying subscribers - will be written by a different custodian for the next six weeks. I had a lot of fun inviting these women (they are all women, it just worked out that way) in, thinking about the people whose approaches to life, work, food, creativity, beauty and words have long fascinated me. Between them we have chefs and booksellers, authors and aesthetes, academics and photographers and growers and wise souls. These are the women I unpick daily life with, over voicenote or DM or email. These are the women whose posts I hit like on most often on Instagram. I am so excited to introduce them to you - not necessarily for the first time, but certainly in a new format. All of them have interpreted savourites in a different way, and I can’t wait for you to savour the things that have brought them joy. All of them have been paid for their time and words.

Wednesday savour letters will continue to drop, but these have all been written in advance, by me. Why not take a break entirely? Because savour has been a really interesting and very emancipating project for me over the past nearly-year. I’ve loved the creative freedom it’s given me, I’ve been astonished by how many of you read it, I adore the intimacy of being able to write directly into your inboxes. Measures of time are often arbitrary but for me it was really important to keep the first year of savour intact. Fittingly - and largely by chance - I will be returning to both the Wednesday letters and the Friday dispatches exactly a year after savour was launched. I suspect having a few weeks off will give me a new perspective on what the future looks like for this space we’ve made together.

In the meantime, I hope you like what we’ve got in store! savour is, I’m in no doubt, in extremely good hands. It was almost this time last year when M and I left London for three weeks on honeymoon, and a dear friend kept our home warm in our absence. When we returned, Christopher Figgins - our large and occasionally recalcitrant Fiddle Leaf Fig - had put on more growth than I’d seen in two years. When I asked our custodian what she did, she replied: “gave him chocolate biscuits”. I suspect you readers might be in for a similar treat.