Nectarines, goat's cheese and English pink

Lots of pink wine has crossed my threshold over the past few months – every style and shade imaginable. Strikingly, most of it was bone dry. Gone are the days when rosé was almost inevitably slightly sweet and cloying. But, having said that, it's my personal grumpy gripe that just about every pub and restaurant in the UK that sources their wines from large, unimaginative corporative distributors has just...