Friday; Met The Queen at Windsor. Quite a moment for me; I grew up in Windsor. Started our wine company in Windsor. Oh! That my poor Mother had just lasted a few more months to hear about this. She'd have been up, down the co-op, all round Grasmere, no-one would have escaped "My son and the Queen!"
Perhaps, wherever she is, she'll now forgive me putting her beloved cottage on the market.
Saturday; drafted in to help the boy at his Marlow vineyard, now a beige hillside of stakes. 20,000 of them, all hammered in by hand. My right arm now twice the size of my left.
But in the sun, with a little breeze, the bare earth, chalky and stony, the kites watching from above, views across the Thames Valley, narrow here, where it turns south to Maidenhead. Rewarded with sausages grilled over a campfire and fine beer from the wonderful Rebellion Brewery next door; Magical.
Sunday; garden slave.
Monday; To Norwich to see another very good wine merchant.
Tuesday; meetings, meetings. All good. Quick taste of some new arrivals; the sparkling Pinot Grigio from Papavero will be HUGE this summer I think.
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