An introduction: I took these two pictures on Wednesday 2nd September. The plan was to write some drabble on the Thursday. On the Thursday I saw another picture, one that will stay with me forever, no matter how hard my brain works at burying it. And my useless vinous drabble became just that. And it […]
Continue reading →One of the most famous, most photographed, spots in the vinous world is, probably, the bottom left corner of the Romanée-Conti vineyard. There are probably a couple of tourists there now. I wonder what they’re looking at? The inscription on the wall? The vines? The soil? Themselves? I wonder what they’re thinking. Drive up past […]
Continue reading →I remain intrigued by the question of who knows what and who doesn’t in the UK wine trade. Tasting, talking, drinking and working with the former camp has taught me most of what I know. I spent 2003 & 2004 working on the other side of St James’s Street: the side where the traffic now […]
Continue reading →I’m not what you would call a religious man. I haven’t been to church since I was last coerced into a Mothering Sunday visit, and I have some pretty strong feelings on religions and their ability to either control or provide an excuse for their followers’ behaviour. But I have met God a couple of […]
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