Late Sunday Lunches

Spent yesterday being ravished by a late lunch of perfect pork and golden crisp, crunchy crackling, washed down with a bottle of ripe malbec red. Watching the April showers lick at the window; swirling deep, velvety waves of wine around a truly enormous glass and luxuriating in time stolen back from a frenzied week. And that is the advantage of these 3pm sittings - lunch drifts effortlessly into evening; time can be measured by the glass. None of the frenzied gnashing of workday gears, the rusty cogs of the everyday grinding away, the seemingly neverending toil of a mundane engine....
And yet the grumpydoctor was at the Chequers Inn near Belvoir Castle on business. Ostensibly. Supposed to be organising my wedding menu for August. Much to the chagrin of The Flower, she being armed with notepaper and pen and scribbling down ideas while I contemplated the excellently rich gravy. Got there eventually - and even scored some free pudding as a tester (which made it onto the list, funnily enough!), a silky smooth chocolate truffle cake. I grunted my assent in a vague way. After all we did manage a long lunch first.
Do try this venue if you are out exploring the Vale of Belvoir. Woolsthorpe being a Marple-esque village bedded down amongst the sheepfields at the foot of the castle. Check out their website on: http:www.chequers-inn.net
The sunday lunches (two courses at £10.95) are wonderful value. Even grumpydoctor could raise a smile.