cottage for a whole year? And we certainly didn't have grapes on the vine. It was freezing. The conservatory was hovering at around 3C.
Fast forward a year. A proper cold snap, an incredible summer, a wet autumn and lo and behold the front of the house is laden. They even survived the high winds of last week. Mr M has been on a mission to use them. So, armed with ladders, secateurs and a washing up bowl we picked a third of the crop.
The Kitchen Shop to strain them.
We finished the weekend off by going to our local fireworks display. I was feeling a little ginger having been laid low with a horrific migraine all day, but there's nothing like a day in bed quietly hallucinating and neurofen plus to get a girl ready for some pretty sparkles. Oh, and a hog roast.