I was more than ready for a glass of wine when I got home. Six miles is a long walk on a warm evening, particularly when you need the loo from less than a mile in. Walking to work is fine, a pleasure even. Home again, though, is tedious and feels more up-hill. The blackberry wine was welcome and I drank rather more of it than Claire did. This walking is thirsty work. And blackberry wine is a solid, (mostly) reliable flavour.