Leave wet England. Fly to Bergerac to be bawled out by immigration for stepping over the zig-zag barriers. The uniforms do so love their STRICT CONTROL!
But he let me into France in the end and the sun was shining and ripe grapes hung all around. Looks set fair too. Except – odd thing – the usually reliable weather programme on my ipad keeps saying it’s freezing fog today … and every day it says the same. This is puzzling. A glitch, obviously. Or has someone with no love for Bordeaux mounted a digital campaign of misinformation on our vintage weather? Californians?
Yesterday had a great taste-off with manager Chris and a good crowd at the Surbiton shop. I say that because me and my Old World wines won the match this time.
Let's hear it for the Oldies.
And thanks to all staff at Brookfield School (recyclers of our wooden wine boxes into lovely trays) for the visit. I meet lots of amazing people. You beat them all.
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