For the last few weeks it has been a very un-English summer. Hot, sunny, settled. The normally green English landscape has turned a parched pale yellow. I can’t remember a summer like it. 2005 came close, and 2003 was also abnormally hot, but that year most of the heat came later. My vines are loving it, and have set a nice full crop. For any UK vineyards that avoided frost, 2010 looks set to be a fantastic vintage, with good fruit set and low disease pressure. So far.
This weather is great for sitting outside in the long evenings we enjoy at this latitude. And for barbecues. It’s time for bright, unoaked whites, sparkling wines, and lighter reds. It’s also the time of year when most red wines benefit from 20 minutes in the fridge before opening.
As a summer lover. I’m really enjoying this weather. Older son came back from school yesterday, so we took the dog for a walk to Feltham bowls to inspect the graffiti together. Then this evening we went for a barbecue with some good friends, watching the world cup final together. The result was the right one: it would have been wrong for the Dutch to have won after their cynically aggressive attempt to stop Spain playing.