Yesterday I took the Metro train from Newcastle to North Shields for a stop of sorts on my ancestral home pub crawl. Except I wasn’t visiting a town where my ancestors lived; I was visiting real living relatives, my paternal grandfather’s cousins! I also didn’t stop in a pub, but I did drink some brandy, so I’ll give myself a pass.
Today I harvested lots of fresh rhubarb in order to make more wine and pies. The good cat Moth-Gractor helped me with the task. Later on, after starting a batch of rhubarb wine (my second of the season) I enjoyed a few sips of the Graham’s 2009 Late Bottled Vintage Port, which I had been meaning to review since Christmas.
I am currently enjoying this bottle out at Race Rocks. Back when I used to live with my granny we always had a bottle of the Taylor Fladgate First Estate Reserve on hand for those occasions when a sip of something was required. Which reminds me of a fun (though mostly unrelated) story from that part of my life.