|English vineyard, not so extreme|
I am still of this Earth and still dreaming of vine gardens. Studying viticulture and oenology. Working in vineyards. Dreaming of making wine and selling it.
"As the cold autumn evening draws in I am tempted to think of sunnier and warmer climes I would like to visit.
The Bekaa valley in Lebanon
Etna and its vineyards
Georgia the cradle of wine
Armenia the Wild East
A few lines to finish it. At least one post in 2016.
Not to mention Crimea, Russia, Afghanistan, and all those other places Pierre Galet once visited in his quest for ampelographic knowledge.
The United States and Canada would also provide some fascinating places to visit, and afford the spectacle of wild native vines thriving in the landscape. Of course I would also love to see vitis vinifera in its element in some obscure part of Spain; that alone would be a dream.
And what of North Africa and the old winelands of South Africa? Or 100 year old Shiraz in Australia, or the breathtaking country of New Zealand.
Really, there is no end to the search for ideal or idealised vine habitats, or terroirs. It is one of the more agreeable aspects of this obsession with a particular climbing liana and its fruit.