by Caspar Bowes

Corberon, where lizards are still enjoying the late autumn sunshineWe undertook the long drive to Burgundy yesterday and enjoyed brilliant sunshine the entire way.It was cold last night; cold enough to leave stubborn ice on the windscreens of the cars.Tasting Buddy and I have been accompanied by our…

Watching rising waters pouring over the weir at ChollerfordI have been intending to pen a post for some time, but have found the path to the blogosphere paved with distractions.We recently helped in the organisation and hosting of a wine tasting at Vintners Hall in London for a fantastic charity of …

Looking upstream from the head of the mighty Gaffer's Pool on the River FindhornI was in the north of Scotland last week on a boys' fishing sojourn, probing the dampness between the Findhorn's banks for the salmon that made no effort to hide their presence, sloshing, porpoising and jumping as they s…

I find within myself the tendency to believe, when dwelling on such things (not often, it must be said; perhaps once a month at a most generous estimate) that our vinegar fungus (mère, in the French tongue) is a contented entity.To give you a brief, potted history (in so doing I fear I have n…

Sand gives way to limestone in the soils to the north of Châteauneuf-du-PapeThe length of Pall Mall is festooned with smart clubs, all offering the chance to step out of the hurly-burly of the street outside (more or less of a hurly burly, one wonders, than when the area was frequented by thos…