At night, I often awake in the woodland of my mind. This is where the magic happens, I conjure up flavours that I would so love to amalgamate into a recipe. At 3am, I am often poised with my notebook and pen, jotting these ideas, and dreaming them into fruition.

This is one such recipe, born of a need to tick every box, fresh, fruity, creamy, and zingy with just enough bite to be satisfying yet still light for halcyon summer days. Sleep can wait, this is far more pressing….