The grapes of…?

Yesterday the Old Boy and I took two lovely Irish ladies on a short trip through the Barossa Valley. They’re the mother and aunty of my son’s fiancee, out here for the wedding. (Only two weeks to go!) We had a nice day: the weather was perfect, the vines were green and leafy, the picnic lunch with a surprise visit by a hungry family of magpies was fun, the shopping was delightful and the visits to a couple of wineries were most pleasant. We even saw a mother, teenager and baby kangaroo grazing on the side of the road. As we tootled along through the picturesque towns and past the beautiful vineyards – vines to the left of us, vines to the right – I said: How blessed are we to live here?! Later, as our conversation meandered like the...

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