We tend to celebrate most things, and we often do it with wine, almost always with splendid food, and every single time with conversation. The conversations continue: they grow and change, get added to and rethought over the years. Conversations ebb and flow, lapping at our lives with a reassuring rhythm.

The wine, sadly, goes. One of our favourite wines is Pio Cesare Barolo. I’ve written about it before (see, for example, sixteenth wedding anniversary). But as each bottle is completely different, each has a special memory built around it. Last night’s was particularly delicious. I’ll remember it for a while, and smile.

2008 Pio Cesare and red roses

In the cool light of February morning, what’s left of a fabulous evening.