It was a throw away line from a dear friend of mine last Christmas; “you should come and visit me in Oz next year”, she said with her trademark enthusiasm. “Yeah, sure thing” I said, laughing and rolling my eyes.
There’s a saying about the apple not falling far from the tree. This definitely applies to my Mother and me. She has taught me many things in life; never wear a low-cut top with a short skirt and that 1:2
It was a cold and crisp Sunday a few years ago; a bunch of us were sat in the pub, nursing hangovers and quietly begging for our roasts to hurry the hell up. A pretty standard Sunday, but something made
Since my last post I’ve gone and got myself a new job. I’ve learnt a heck of a lot about wine in the last six years but I wanted a change and to broaden my boozy horizons. I bagged a great job
I am a girl who loves football. And I also love wine. My friends challenged me to write a blog post that connects the two and with the Euros in full swing this was definitely doable. As well as admiring
I appear to have hit that magical age where everyone I know is getting hitched. All at once, it seems. After finding the appropriate venue, the next thing on the very large to-do list is obviously the booze. My expertise therefore,
After Santa Barbara, we drove the long and winding Route 1 along side the Pacific Ocean stopping at Arroyo Grande in an amazing water tower (which I highly recommend, link here ) and then up to Monterey. I have to admit in