What to drink with roast lamb

The view from my desk right now is a grey curtain of rain cut in half by the vivid green slash of the paddock grass. The fruit trees are just a skinny lattice of bony branches pressed against the sodden sky. But it’s spring. I know that if I braved the icy wind and rain and headed into the orchard, close-up, every one of those bony branches is red with fat, shiny buds waiting to burst into blossom. The bluebells are pushing their green spears through...