This time last week I woke up in Portugal to this:
That’s the view from Quinta do Noval in the Douro Valley, and if there is a more beautiful wine region in the world, I would like to go there. After waking up on Thursday to bright sunshine we had time for a civilised breakfast, a wander through the winery and to visit a couple of pigs who Christian Seely, outraged to see them eating bits of blue plastic, began hand-feeding fresh-picked figs. Talk about spoilt.
Then it was into the car for the drive back to the airport (and a couple of fresh-air stops to calm down the nausea induced by the Douro’s extremely bendy roads). The last week or two has been crazy. I’ve slept in eight different beds in ten nights in three different countries, and been on work trips to Greece and to Wiltshire as well as Portugal (and as well as tasting a couple of hundred wines in London). My bags from the last two jaunts are still standing unpacked in the hall as I try to keep up with computer work. Talk about burning the candle at both ends…The good news is that my notebooks are brimming with stuff. Normal blog service will be resumed shortly.