Living near Henley I have to go to the regatta every year … till this year always with Norah our 93-year-old party girl. We stood and toasted our friend in pink champagne.
Ladies knees may be banned, but blokes can wear costumes you can only safely wear at Henley. Everywhere Pimms pours out of taps – charmless but high-speed – and lunch is organised like Trooping the Colour in the Stewards Enclosure.
But this year was enhanced by bottles of Aussierres Chardonnay and Aussieres Red Cabernet Sauvignon Syrah from Baron Eric's estate outside Narbonne. Domaines Rothschild have completely rebuilt the entire vineyard and cellar and the results are impressive. Last month in Bordeaux the Baron served four wines at dinner; Aussieres the first was not overshadowed by the last; Lafite. We are doing very well with Aussieres. Do try.
If you saw a madman in a tiny white dinghy bobbing around by the finishing line, Sunday, that was me. I hoped we'd win the Grand – and wanted to be right there – but no, Germany again. Breaking the course record. But at the Olympics?
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