I opened this bottle on Thursday night to celebrate being on holiday, rather than finish the indifferent redcurrant wine hanging around in the fridge. In fact, only Claire was on holiday Thursday night, but now we both are and eagerly anticipating a week in the Peak District. Never mind that the forecast is for continual heavy rain.
The wine was as delicious as ever, going well with Thursday night's bangers and mash and overly-butch cabbage, and finished on Friday before tucking into a goats' cheese, basil and caper pizza on a sour-dough base. We do eat well (he said, smugly).
Sunday night. I am 'looking forward' to fried eggs on noodles, followed by crushed bourbon biscuits and custard. Reading yr blog always make me feel like Oliver, sob...sob...sob.
ReplyDeleteOften spent a happy day or ten in the Peak District Ben.
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