Monday it’s back to writing. Starting on April! Hard to think Springtime in December but it’s what you have to do what with shipping times and print. I am very glad we are moving to web … the speed with which you can do things is intoxicating.
There's also a meeting to discuss long-term aims with our boys who are gearing up to take over in a few years.
Then Hugh J invites us to the Garrick for a terrific dinner with another of my heroes, Miguel Torres. He says he is about to give up the reins to the next generation. (We have some years to go yet!) Hugh pours us a couple of superb DRC Burgundies.
Tues is a drive up the M6 to meet friends from Lytham we've not been able to see for months. Idea is to meet halfway. We end up together at the top of the odd looking high-rise you see from the M6 Toll at Cannock. Aerial views of Cannock and Brownhills in the rain. Well, that's another lifetime 'must do' ticked off.
Wed I pass my annual MOT. Phew.
Thurs fly to Bordeaux meet up with the Chai crowd and see the results of this year's labours.
Fri meet with Stéphane Derencourt and Stefan De Nieppurg and others at Anne Marie's Comptoir to discuss if there's a better way to get more people to realise Castillon is not in Spain but in Bordeaux and is a heaven-blessed limestone ridge on which you can, if you try very hard and invest a lot of money, make brilliant wines.
Saturday morning she has me climbing trees to harvest misletoe! Quite mad. Then lunch with Dan (Snook) and Jo in their fabulous house. (From the outside it’s a standard Bx terrace house. Inside with all walls and floors knocked away, masses of glass wall and a bright blue pool in a jungle courtyard you could be in the Caribbean!) The wee girls put on a show for us.
And so here we are back at the Bx airport watching the sun go down. How often have I done this?
Back to Gatwick Mon Amour.
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