I have seen the light. I am a convert, a changed man. Say it however you like – the simple fact is that Beaujolais has made me rethink my attitude towards red wine on hot days.
My natural inclination is to reach for red wine in winter and white in summer.
But last weekend proved a turning point for me. Brighton was sizzling, and tourists and locals alike careered around the streets as though suffering from sun stroke.
A break from the bustle at my favourite wine bar, Ten Green Bottles, seemed the answer. Comfortable armchairs by the window had just come free. It was all going swimmingly.
I was about to order a glass of Chablis when the barman suggested a Beaujolais instead. It came lightly chilled, he insisted.
Maybe the sun had affected me too – contrary to every bone in my body, I said yes.
The result was perfect for the occasion. Made using gamay noir, the wine has enough bite to keep it interesting but not so much that you need a hearty steak to go with it. I liked it enough to feel it, er, warranted a second glass.
So, red wine is good in summer, after all.
Rosé wine, of course, remains an abomination that should be banned, but that’s another story.