There was a stunned silence on Friday morning, 24th June. I came down stairs to make coffee and was met by a guest sobbing quietly. We all felt betrayed. Of course there was no vote for us as we have lived out of the UK for over 30 years, but from outside it seems that British politicians do not care how much damage they do to the economies of other nations, let alone to their own.
On a cheerier note, summer is here, the climbing roses are out, chestnut blossom is spilling from the trees in starbursts, the pool is lovely and we have a houseful of guests from Northern Europe and the United States. We were 12 for dinner last night and nobody mentioned the B word. Beetroot and yogurt jellies with cumin were followed by Iberian pork fillets with pimientos del piquillo. After that Medjoul date and custard tart (from Rory O'Connell.)
We washed it down with bottles of Palacio Quemado, from the Ribera del Guadiana D.O just up the road from here, North East of Villafranca de Barros. Later, under the stars we drank chilled glasses of iced Vino de Naranja, from the Condado de Huelva......F the B word!