A desperate drop of rain
It’s finally raining. Not just a refreshing mist like the jets inside the new Woolies fitout in Kyneton spraying the lettuces, but actual rain, and for more than five minutes. It’s been very dry here in the Languedoc-Roussillon region and alarmingly spring-like. But...
Farming, where a year’s hard work doesn’t promise sweet-tasting returns
It’s the time of the year when vignerons (winemakers who grow grapes) proudly harvest their fruit and share gorgeous photos of picking rows of plump fruit and begin the process of making their wine – we call it vintage. It the time of the year we’d hope to be sharing...
The tonality of wine (or maybe just a dad complex)
I’m in the bathroom, passing Harriet – who’s sitting on the loo – 40ml of marsanne in a recently purchased rioja glass. Kids screaming at each other about an Octonaught toy they’ve decided they both want in equal measures. The life of under-resourced...
Our new life at a charming French village winery
I’m trying to run up a hill (or truthfully, plodding; it’s steep) on the outskirts of the pretty South of France village Felines-Minervois, and as I stop and turn to head back down, I let out a gasp of delight. It has been overcast since we arrived here a few days ago...