Sounds odd but all after all this tasting gets to you. Forget how many wines. A few hundred. Its very heartwarming seeing so many customers. And they come and thank me. Why do they do that? It’s me as should be saying thanks. Such support!
Amazingly the Laithwaites mob are looking radiantly happy (amazing as many didn't get to bed 'till five). It's meeting so many friendly enthusiasts. It was the dinner they put on for Barbara and I last night. They wouldn't tell us what to expect. What we got was like the Great Hall scene from Harry Potter. Long tables festooned with greenery and candelabra. Lots of candelabra. Delicious roasts. The wine producers were wowed! But only fair when you consider they've come so far (several from New Zealand) just to stand up and pour wine all weekend. They deserve at least a nice meal.
We all got given a glass of Champagne on the door. We all thought it was nice. But it wasn't Champagne. It was Theale Vineyard English!
My Auntie Nell came. Can't believe. She's 95 and comes to a 300 wine tasting. That's Lancashire farming stock for you! The farm she and Uncle Noah ran at Rivington was my favourite place on earth when I was a boy.
Must get back to the taste, spit, greet, thank routine. Will be on autopilot by nine tonight. It's so fantastic though. It feels like a dream.