The team rendesvoused early this morning over a sausage or bacon bap in the departure lounge where we received news that our first tasting would be on imminent arrival… Plans of showing you round what will be our stunning home for four days, will have to wait to the next window of opportunity. Quick call to mum (being a terrible daughter not spending mother's day with her) to wish her a happy mother's day and hope she liked the daf's...
As we run to the gate, the lounge was awash of wine traders/merchants and journalists, suddenly I was surrounded by tall, and, well dapper looking gentlemen with loud voices as we boarded the plane. I felt quite surprised, how did I know they were in the trade? I hate to stereotype but there seemed to be a theme of blue jackets, (majority linen), checked-shirts and beige trousers… Once we'd gone through the airlines safety instructions the air hostess insisted 'we have a lovely section of wines onboard today' at which the whole plan chortled and we were off.
I start to think about the French class I was going to attend in September last year as we land, dozing slightly, but still holding my fountain pen.. First school girl error of the trip and in case you weren't aware (surely it can't just be me this has happened to), fountain pens leak due to the air pressure when flying - be warned.
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