Wine Wednesday Three took place on a Thursday. A little incongruous, I agree, but it turned out to be one of the best yet. Probably.
Early August, traditionally the height of summer, but (perhaps predictably) it was pouring with rain. Pouring with rain, after a spell of 30-degree heat, pouring with rain in a humid oppressive, crazy making kind of a way. And we were made a little crazy today too. As we dodged the raindrops and hurried to the Maltings Café we happened to pass a number of our Bancroft colleagues, me and the boys, a bottle of rosé and the nearest left turn to the park. What did they think we were up to? We started giggling at the very idea.