Rosés aplenty

Those of us living in the UK are still waiting for the arrival of vaguely summery weather (we had a brief taste of it in late March but it precisely coincided with when Nick was in hospital, so all I did was walk past people eating outside while foraging for something decent for him to eat). This was followed by the wettest April since records began on this sceptred isle and May seems to have been one of the coldest.

In an attempt to encourage the onset of...