Sunday, November 1

Home cooked

The homestead is enveloped in fog. However walk up the ridge a hundred metres or so, above the grey stuff, and the sky is blue – hardly a cloud to be seen. A warm southerly heats the air. November…T-shirt weather. Olives and goat’s cheese for lunch, washed down with a marvellous white from the Loire – Menetou Salon, a significant improvement on the Sancerre we drank in Dartmouth (I should have stuck with Burgundy). Braised ox-cheek and a fruity Crozes-Hermitage – arguably better than the outstanding Seahorse turbot. Coffee, fruit cake and Dappa…

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