I hope to get in a couple of tastings of Central Pinot Noir in the next few weeks as a sort of precursor to heading up to Bannockburn for harvest myself for a few days.
Saddle Hill normally just sits there, taunting us, playing hard to get. It seems to find it more comfortable to be pined after and unattainable, than to deign to the indignity of openness.
I always read what Gwynne Dyer has to say. Recently, it was a sobering account of how the Trump regime has decimated the American National Centre for Atmospheric Research.