Haute hibernation

Oh, to hibernate; to spend winter in a meditative state, rationing the provisions and hiding from predators. While that might be the case for the hedgehogs and dormice of the nation, we have something heartier in store. This is haute hibernation, a time for burrowing beneath quilts and warming jammy Zinfandels at the fireside. For going about a jolly kind of foraging, where crumbling cheeses and loaf cakes are bundled into cupboards, and no one leaves home all week but for trundles on bare beaches.