My Dad likes wine. He also likes making stuff. So one day he and a friend decided to see if they could make wine.
Luckily he lives in sunny California - where vines grow a bit better than here in South London.
As you can see, they got a bit carried away. My Dad and his friend Bill terraced the entire of the side of a hill next to Bill's house and covered it with vines. Then installed a bespoke irrigation system. It was a massive undertaking.
Until their vines start producing fruit they're buying in grapes and making wine in my Dad's basement. They have lab coats and everything. I sampled a bit, and it actually tastes pretty good. Definitely a step up from the beer he used to brew from a kit in a plastic barrel in our garage when I was growing up. That just tasted of the seventies - nasty.
I'm looking forward to sampling wine made from the fruits of his own vines. Something tells me they'll have plenty of it.
I'm looking forward to sampling wine made from the fruits of his own vines. Something tells me they'll have plenty of it.
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