A celebration of milk

Hot summer days in Cambridge are for:
- nipping out from work to eat pretentiously named (fior de latte, translated as 'celebration of milk') ice cream
- eating said celebration of milk in the yard of St Bene't's church, which is Cambridge's oldest building
- perching on a gravestone that's hot enough to burn your ass
- ditching cinema plans to picnic on the cricket pitch in the village of Grantchester, just south of the city
- cycling and ambling home slowly as the light fades, through the huge new housing developments on the outskirts of the city

Summers are absolutely made for gathering up yellow-stickered picnic items and stuffing yourself silly in a quiet spot. For picnic season I'm making use of a colourful sequinned blanket I acquired in Kerala after being ripped off and too British to abandon the deal. An overpriced thing that has been stashed under a bed for 6.5 years, now finally getting some use.

Here Berry is enjoying his damson sorbet.