East Sussex in April. Gorgeous sunny skies belie vicious Arctic gale force winds. Surf pounding menacingly on the beach whilst nascent daffodils are buffeted horizontal. My hair has gone all Boris Johnson as I flee to the comfort of indoors at cocktail-o’clock, pondering what to drink? The Bourbon has been put to the back of the drinks cabinet, and it’s not quite Vodka weather. Rum would do in a pinch, but for a bracing, clean cocktail as refreshing as the wind, as full of promise as spring, it has to be Gin. Gin is an anagram of Spring.