Just over a year ago now, we visited the parents of some friends of ours who were getting married, to see the fairly newly planted vineyard. Whilst we were down in Dorset we managed to visit it again. It’s come on amazingly. Rows and rows of the vines set against a slopping hill in their grounds. Here’s Tall Dad being given a lesson in growing grapes.
I do hope he was listening carefully, as we were kindly given a vine to bring home with us. I think I’m going to give it the Prince Charles treatment, and talk to it to make it be as bountiful as possible.
I wonder when the first bottles of the English wine will be ready, I can’t wait to taste it!
Whenever we visit there, it always makes me wish we lived somewhere with more land, rather than a suburban garden, identical to everyone else. The girls were in their element!
I swear Miss A’s Hair has grown a couple of inches since we have been down here.
A Chinnook even came to say a noisy goodbye, as we headed off to our holiday cottage on Portland.