Near the end of last year’s wonderfully elongated summer, we managed to make like we were on holiday and sit outside the Yacht Inn in Penzance drinking lager on a still, warm evening in late September.
The memory of that perfect moment got us through a gloomy winter until, last Sunday, we welcomed Spring by returning to the same table in the same pub for a few Spanish-style cañas of St Austell’s increasingly impressive Korev.
The pub, a pleasingly modest bit of provincial art deco, is painted white, while the granite walls of the public garden across the road (complete with palm trees) break the breeze from the sea, giving that particular spot, around that one rickety iron table, the same dry, baking heat as a square in Seville even on a fairly cool day.
It was nice to drink cold beer, get warm through to our bones, and feel our foreheads turning just a little pink.
Bring on the summer — we’re ready.