To make up for our excesses over the festive period, my other half has declared January as ‘The month of Austerity’. This means that we have been plunged into a boring few weeks of eating baked beans on toast or leftovers out of the freezer. Most boring of all though, he’s not drinking alcohol. On the upside, it turns out that he doesn’t mean for the whole month, just until Burns Night apparently, but this leaves one wine blogger a little lonesome on the wine drinking front for the next 22 days.
As someone who is well aware that Australia produces some of the best wine in the world but never actually buys Australian wine, I thoroughly enjoyed watching the excellent ‘Chateau Chunder: When Australian Wine Changed the World’ on BBC4 last week. Having been bitten by drinking nasty Chardonnay in vast quantities in my early 20’s, it’s about time someone reminded me what I’ve been missing.
A year ago, due to the tender age of our son, I could only have imagined dropping the kids off at nursery or their grandparents and taking the day off work, skip-jump-hopping home to get ready for a sophisticated day off out in London lunching at a top restaurant and sampling a few wine bars that are only ever read about in our house these days.