A Glass of Wine with Krispy Kremes
Perhaps this makes the frantic pre-holiday slog all worthwhile. Waking up everyday in a cosy cabin atop a mountain, and getting gobsmacked by the stupendous view below, each time as if we are seeing it for the first time. It is spring in the lush Hunter vineyards, and at sunrise, the miles and miles of rolling greenery are coloured a glorious gold.
What makes waking up all the more blissful: there is nothing to think about except what to cook for lunch and dinner. I call it my Peter Mayle moment - if I were crazy enough and rich enough, I'd do a Mayle and spend a sabbatical year in a cottage here.
They didn't pay me to say this, but after years of going to Hunter wineries, I've finally found The Spot. They've got this huge jacuzzi bath thingy with full windows looking out onto The View, where you can drink a glass of bubbly while surrounded by, um, even more bubbles. It's cool enough to light a fire at night, and warm enough to swim in the private pool outside in the day.
From dawn to dusk, I read my financial books (yes, some things are hard to leave behind) next to the fireplace while Boy looks out the veranda, eating cornflakes supplied to us by the owners. Happy Birthday us.
The one of the best bits of the trip was catching up with Ash, Helga and a very exhausted Jimi over Juju's. Helga's recommended video, We can be Heroes, got us in stitches. And I got wine and Krispy Kremes as presents, which go very well together indeed.
The greatest irony is, the coffee here is the way coffee should be: thick, aromatic and smooth (did I mention thick?). But with no deadlines to meet, there's little reason to drink such copious amounts of the black stuff - which I do anyway.
Coming back was a hoot. You know you are carrying precious cargo when everyone at the airport wants to get their hands on it. At the sight of two jumbo boxes of Krispy Kremes, the check-in guy tried to get a piece ( If we get an upgrade, hah, perhaps.) The security officer scanning me for sharp items wanted a piece. Even the BA air stewardess was hankering after it.
Yeah, over my dead body.
Sigh. My Krispy Kremes were finished by Boy. Ash, can I have another box to last me till my next deadline, please?
What makes waking up all the more blissful: there is nothing to think about except what to cook for lunch and dinner. I call it my Peter Mayle moment - if I were crazy enough and rich enough, I'd do a Mayle and spend a sabbatical year in a cottage here.
They didn't pay me to say this, but after years of going to Hunter wineries, I've finally found The Spot. They've got this huge jacuzzi bath thingy with full windows looking out onto The View, where you can drink a glass of bubbly while surrounded by, um, even more bubbles. It's cool enough to light a fire at night, and warm enough to swim in the private pool outside in the day.
From dawn to dusk, I read my financial books (yes, some things are hard to leave behind) next to the fireplace while Boy looks out the veranda, eating cornflakes supplied to us by the owners. Happy Birthday us.
The one of the best bits of the trip was catching up with Ash, Helga and a very exhausted Jimi over Juju's. Helga's recommended video, We can be Heroes, got us in stitches. And I got wine and Krispy Kremes as presents, which go very well together indeed.
The greatest irony is, the coffee here is the way coffee should be: thick, aromatic and smooth (did I mention thick?). But with no deadlines to meet, there's little reason to drink such copious amounts of the black stuff - which I do anyway.
Coming back was a hoot. You know you are carrying precious cargo when everyone at the airport wants to get their hands on it. At the sight of two jumbo boxes of Krispy Kremes, the check-in guy tried to get a piece ( If we get an upgrade, hah, perhaps.) The security officer scanning me for sharp items wanted a piece. Even the BA air stewardess was hankering after it.
Yeah, over my dead body.
Sigh. My Krispy Kremes were finished by Boy. Ash, can I have another box to last me till my next deadline, please?
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