Diary ... from the wilds

After the Festivities and the Clear Up we are going on the annual holiday. I can go now. I am up to date.  Have written all my words and done all the tastings.

(Thursday I had a good session with Alan 'Lamby' Lamb. Knows his stuff. Wine stuff, that is.  Most old cricketers do. On tour they would always visit wineries in Stellenbosch or Barossa or McLaren Vale on the Sunday. Both teams together. Seriously study wine. Then resume trying to maim each other Monday. So all the old boys know their wines. I believe these days, sadly, that doesn't happen.)

Anyway, I'm going to be 'off air' for a couple weeks. I am determined to go back to my roots. In the Lake District. I'll be in this old army tent, pitched beside the Lake. There will be no phone, no blackberry or i-pad. No TV. No radio.  Just me, the woman I will call my 'mate', my dogs and nature.

I will tend a fire, and catch fish, while the dogs will get me rabbits. There will be some wine. Mostly from our family vineyards, from Le Chai and Red Heads.

Correspondence will only be via a trusty native. Though with Dave's memory not being what it was, maybe there won't be any correspondence. After two weeks we will return to the world. Hopefully still there.