Monday, 25 May 2026

A Hot Bank Holiday Wine

The unusual happening, a hot sunny day on a Bank Holiday, is clearly a result of global warming. According to my thermometer it is around 86% indoors!  It is certainly warm, and I am enjoying it, but I would not like this all year round.  I did however, venture out twice.
 
 
I hobbled over the park looking for near naked ladies sunshine and warmth, it was surprisingly quiet at the time.  From there I looked around the old graveyard behind the now boarded up and somewhat depressing Congregational Church building.  A result of continuing with a church full of old people, with poor music, and the Authorised Version, led to everyone, including the minister, dying off.  A good man but unable to introduce a younger element.  In the end only 8 remained.  I was meeting his wife occasionally, but she does not appear any more.  Whether she has moved or I am just missing her I know not.  The church has been around since the 1600s, the building since the 1700s, and rebuilt in the present style in the 1800s.  Such a shame.  At least someone has been clearing the graveyard and more greaves are approachable now.  Sadly I was there at the wrong time for wildlife.
 

I realised how warm it would be as I trudged slowly up to Sainsburys for French wine this morning.  It was not long after 8 am and at the door a gentleman leaving, wearing a normally suitable top for this time of year, mentioned how hot it was.
While cooler in the store, I considered standing at the ice cream shelves to keep cool, it was also quite quiet.  The early birds were few, many away for the weekend, and at reduced pace I wandered round.  I mentioned to a lady of certain age who was standing rather lost, that she looked lost.  She was waiting for her husband who she had let go visit the alcohol section.  I saw her again still looking for him between the alleys.  I wonder if she is still there?  
A selection of French wine was available, and while one or two were cheaper than this one I was pleased to say it had a screw top.  The effort to fight with a corkscrew, of whatever type, is not one I relish these days.  So, and solely for the sake of my health, I took this home and tested it quite well.  Much better than the previous one, though unfortunately not half price.
A couple of days of sunshine remain I hear.
 

2 comments:

  1. Ah, a generic Bordeaux. No doubt it will preserve you from all manner of ills, following the precepts of Dr. Maury. I too rejoice in the arrival of screw tops as my corkscrew hand does not have its old strength.
    I used to lose Leo in supermarkets in France...the only way to track him down was to listen for his cough....or the uproar as he complained about mislabelling prices.....
    I'm glad the graves are being kept clear around the Congregational Church.

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  2. Fly, I'm doing my best with the Bordeaux.

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