Earlier in the day the Leeds Triathlon went past the top of the street - it was all over quickly as several fit men zoomed past on bicycles. It is not a sport that particularly grabs me (very few do) but it happening 50 yards from where I live means the effort involved in spectating is minimal. As is the investment of time. Which means more time for drinking orange wine.
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This blog is a record of the wine that I make and drink. Each flavour made and each bottle drunk will appear here. You may come to the conclusion that, on the whole, I should be drinking less.
Monday, 1 July 2019
Orange Wine - Second Bottle (A2), 9th June 2019
Claire announced a few days ago that we had not had a soufflé for years. Therefore on Sunday night we had a cheese and smoked mackerel version, and it was delicious. Something citrussy was required - hence a bottle of orange wine.
Earlier in the day the Leeds Triathlon went past the top of the street - it was all over quickly as several fit men zoomed past on bicycles. It is not a sport that particularly grabs me (very few do) but it happening 50 yards from where I live means the effort involved in spectating is minimal. As is the investment of time. Which means more time for drinking orange wine.
Earlier in the day the Leeds Triathlon went past the top of the street - it was all over quickly as several fit men zoomed past on bicycles. It is not a sport that particularly grabs me (very few do) but it happening 50 yards from where I live means the effort involved in spectating is minimal. As is the investment of time. Which means more time for drinking orange wine.
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