Out to Stellenbosch we trundled, not discouraged in the
least by the fog. If anything, we were encouraged to discover the musical
mystery lying ahead.
We emerged from the fog to a most splendid view - that of
open bottles of rosé. The farm itself was beautiful as well. After sipping on
some pink, we arranged ourselves on a trailer (securely we were assured) to a
tractor for an adventure up, up into the hills. On the way we bypassed the
beautiful block of song-filled Shiraz where these especially cultured grapes
enjoy a constant flow of Baroque to add to the eloquence of the wine they so
finely produce.
Upon the hill, we enjoyed some Sauvignon in the sunshine
before making our way to the splendidly beautiful cellar, filled with barrels
big enough to live in. In fact, I was rather inspired to try. But, since all
were filled and the available means of getting inside considerably too small, I
shall add that to my list for another day.
Back in the tasting room we were treated to some brilliant
bubbles and charming Chenin before being faced with another little challenge.
We were once again to blend our own wine (which is becoming a favourite tasking
considering the required consumption of The Wine in order to complete said
task). We sipped and sat; sat and sang; and finally agreed on our favourite on
which to sip. Our creation placed second with the judges, unfortunately this
was out of two.
Our spirits were lifting by the sight of lunch – platters of
meats and cheeses, breads and patés made for a perfect lunch on a sunny
almost-summer’s day.
Inspired by the sunshine, we took to the grass where we
learned to throw an array of things – boules at Wellingtons and bottles
twirling in the air. There was dancing and merriment and a brief dip in the
pond.
Our clothes damp but our spirits not so, we embarked onto
our Magic Tour Bus to end the last of our adventures on an exceptionally high
note.
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