Sad to leave on such a lovely Spring day and fly to Autumn. But harvest is about to start in Blenheim and Hunter’s want me to drive a harvester. They were joking I think, though unsurprisingly Henry seems keen.
He's going to learn sparkling winemaking at Hunter’s and elsewhere. Taking Kaye and the baby too. Here in Heathrow lounge we can already see passengers praying they're not put next to us. Eleanor is nine months. Please be a good girl!
The match just ended. So sorry Jean-Marc, Didier and all. Never mind; we had a bloody good party Friday, didn't we? That Vintners Hall is quite something! On the wall they have the charter signed Edward III giving the Vintners exclusivity of all wines coming from Bordeaux and all around. Worth a few bob - or groats - that! No wonder the place is so gorgeous.
It’s been a while since I was in NZ. Trips kept being cancelled for reasons nothing to do with wine. The plan is to go straight to Blenheim and do visits all round Marlborough and Nelson. Then fly up to Hawke’s Bay then down to Queenstown. So no Waiheke, alas, or Gisborne. But we've only got two weeks and if we don't fit in a quick trip to the Sydney Office and RedHeads there'll be hell to pay.
Will and Veronika have moved in to our home to look after the dogs, meaning we have to retrain them off the sofa when we return, but otherwise all's well.
Though still too lovely a day to be leaving.