Wine oh Wine is it always me..

I’m trying to remember who has a dog that might enjoy this wee machine. Sophie, Jack, Lucky.

C’mon c’mon.

Wine oh wine is it always me?

Or Day 4 the first touring of the wineries.

Trev took a day off and decided to show us some vineyards. More so to keep mother sweet than us. Mum loves a dander through the wine fields. Not as much though as we enjoyed the Cellar Door visits. A visit to a winery gives you the chance to sample the wares, and if you like what they do, buy some to take home. The ones we bought will never see our home, not the whites anyway!

Fourteen is the new zero. That’s how many flippin bites I have. I’ve also got crispy ears where the sun attacked. My two blisters disappeared during the night. I think the mossies got in and drank them dry. It was very warm and the wee dearies might have been thirsty.

The drive from here up to the coast is effortless. St Kilda is at or near a crossroads that is a major road on a major network of roads. Once on that road it’s pretty straight. Trevs car is a couple of month old Toyota with all sorts of luxurious bits in it. The drive took us past the equivalent of Cultra on steroids, where huge windows looked high over the coastal road to the shimmering azure water of the Tasman Sea. It was climbing to 28° at the seashore, so we figured the folks in town were crisping up nicely thank you.

I’m going to quieten down the language on this because Kim understandably finds some of the words not to be in Rachel’s books.

So instead of writing to you dear readers as I actually think, I’ll write as if you are my Ma-in-law.

Glad you enjoyed it, see you next year.

See, that made you panic.

Please welcome Nicola and Trevor. They’re attacking a babby. Spelt right.

Oh, back to day 4 and the wineries.

The drive, which lasted about 90 minutes, was pleasant, through coastal suburbs and then into the hills. The first winery we visited was Red Hill Estate, and this is where we decided to have lunch. We ate first and boy what a feed. Outstanding. I could go into the details but I notice Billy Mac is falling asleep. It was understandably a very busy restaurant, but the staff served you like were a long lost cousin, and the staff was large.

Buying “Cellar Door” wine I thought you’d get a bit knocked off. Ahh, no way Jose. Even if you buy a dozen, nought.

Look, there’s Crosser looking up the exchange rates here.

At Red Hill we got an 07 Chardonnay for $22 and an 07 Shiraz $30 and this was not the cheapest. At Paringa we got Reisling for $15 Pinot Gris @ $25 Very sexy Olive Oil for $20. A Chardonnay was $39 at T Gallant and the outstandingly dear one was $65 for an 08 Pinot Noir.

At our last winery we saw a sign for a Cheesery with tasting. It was a little way into the bush and right beside where we were parked so in we went.

It really wasn’t anything great. The best thing about was a sign I spotted...

On our way back down through the hills we spotted ………..

Now I have to stay sober to taste the bloody wine, Margaret has started declaring the Riesling to be OK.

Back at base in the city we found the temperature to be 36°. Time to crank up the A/C and have a cold one.

I just had water for a while, the drive back was tiring and we all snoozed, except poor old Trev.

They still had things to do, so M and I left them to it and went for a wee siesta.