Even though it was a Saturday night, I was not certain that we should open a bottle. We have had plenty to drink every night this week, but Claire pointed out that we were still technically on holiday. And Prune & Parsnip is always a winner. Sweet and rich with a fortified taste.
Much of the day was spent driving back from Scotland. The remainder was spent on the chaise-longue, devouring The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell. It has been an age since I have been so thoroughly engrossed by a book. There is little to beat that feeling of being entirely enveloped by a story, and caring desperately about what will happen to the characters.