Happy Valentine's day to you, Dear Readers
And happy Valentine's day to me.
Earlier this afternoon, while at work and serving food to many hungry, wet customers, a familiar face appeared outside the kitchen window. The Machinist! The Machinist!
"There's my sweetheart"
In the middle of a shift, I was able to have a romantic interlude with the Machinist over rhubarb crumble, Bacci gluten free cake and a couple of flat whites. It was magical and memorable. The rain had turned to mist, and the slopes of netted vines, holding tight onto bunches of future bottles of Pinot Noir, as well as the view of the (once dried up) lake was utterly beautiful.
Oh, how fortunate are we, to live such a rich life!