Summer solstice.
Chilled sauvignon blanc, cucumbers in hummus, flame grapes, crackers and a selection of robust and intriguing cheeses. How lucky of me to have a friend whose greenhouse balcony provided all of the above — a friend whose hedonistic instincts are exceeded only by her impeccable taste.
Thinking outside the usual Stonehenge or Tikal cliché —I think a summer ritual has been born.
