Guernsey Wine

It ages since I wrote about life's little pleasures but they are so important.  And this must be just about the simplest pleasure there can be.  It's water.

I'm not talking about fancy mineral water but rather the stuff which appears when I turn the tap.  Actually I'm not keen on drinking it when it is straight out of the tap.  Rather I keep several Kilner bottles in the fridge so that I can drink it when it's really cold.  

It matters to me that I serve it (just to myself) in something which makes it look special.  Each evening I fetch a bottle through to drink as I watch TV or do my sewing or knitting.  With my "artisan" styled bottles and a nice glass I feel as though I am pampering myself.  The recent weather in Lincolnshire gives me great confidence that my pampering won't be coming to an end any day soon.

When I was a little girl my parents took me on holiday to Guernsey.  Each night they had wine but the waiter served me water in a very stylish carafe and told me it was Guernsey Wine.    I can't remember his name but his impact on my life, in just this small way, has been so important.