“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”


DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)


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27 July 2014

BAROSSA GETS A REAL GOOD WET WINTER


Winter's good and wet (perhaps the best real winter in many years) and pruning's continuing apace (read as gradually as usual) in the Barossa, where I've just tasted away a couple of days swimming in tight 'twelves. Above, at Greenock Creek, olives and the beginnings of an installation for the South Australian Living Artists festival. Below is the Seppeltsfield Para Grenache Vineyard, the biggest bush vine Grenache patch in Australia, and the hole Warren Randall's dug as part of his customising of this jewel of Australian wineries ... all photos by Philip White
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That's Kaesler winemaker Stephen Dew taking a call, above, and the delicious shrapnel left the morning after a revelatory tasting and deadly lunch at Kaesler ... big report on that coming soon ... below is the Barossa Farmer's Market as she wound down on Saturday morning, and the Greenock Creek Seven Acre Vineyard, reaching for the rainwet sky ... all photos Philip White ... click images to enlarge
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