Today I went on a tour of Tamburlaine wines in the Hunter Valley.
I have ended up here by complete chance. The trip was won by someone who then could not go so they graciously gave the holiday to myself.
The tour was part of the deal and we were meant to go yesterday but, me being me, I was running late. And we missed the tour.
We still made the most of the day. Going to a local market and hanging out in good a/c lol it is the important things…
But this morning at breaky, the owner of this cute cabin place we are staying at approached us to ask our opinion of the tour. Long/short – we were at the winery by 9.30am.
The gorgeously nerdy and excited, bearded guide took us around the vines… it was a truly lovely day.
The grapes were ripe, juicy.
Black and blue and purple
The faintest scent of yeast and sugar and petrichor in the air.
Wine on thirsty lips.
Swirling burgundy love
Whites of lemons and honeys and sunshine
Liquid gold, sticky warmth
I feel in love today
For surely love is like wine
Warming the belly
Growing from the ground up
As I said, I was there by chance. My Saint George around my throat. And as we walked under the vines, through the gates, their emblem rode strong upon his steed.
A knight. Shining.
Bread crumbs left so you know you are exactly where you are supposed to be. Bread crumbs so you can find your way home.
PS totes knicked the photo from Tamburlaine’s blog… didn’t think they’d mind. Thanks guys 😉