It’s a Chardonnay, so I don’t have to tell you that it is dry. Bottled in 2015, this fruit of the vine, very much present in terms of body, is an easy to drink white wine. I am not sure how the heavy oak in a Chardonnay comes about, but this wine, having spent 10 months in French barrels, has little oak feel to it.
It’s surprisingly fruity, and has a lasting, pleasant taste in the mouth. It definitely makes for easy everyday drinking, so glad I waited a year before opening it.
I could have sworn I bought two bottles, so I hope the other one is there to venture into next year.
I like French Chardonnays, and battle to find the easy drinking Chardonnays I like, in South Africa. This Buitenverwachting Chardonnay has certainly made it into that category I appreciate in this varietal.
I really do believe, that the world meets you where you are. It’s a statement that is easy to agree with, when things are going your way. Yet when the world feels like an uphill climb, lacking in luck, that statement is the last thing you want to hear.
We are losing the internet to the culture of hate! I don’t think the Joel Stein article, How Trolls Are Ruining The Internet, is farfetched. Some of us do want to simply go to the harbour, pull out our cellphone, and take a picture of birds flying by. After all, blogging began as a form of online diary…
On the internet, we are all public figures. What we say, has ripple effects beyond our own wildest dreams. That implies that in what we say and post, we act very responsibly! Expressing socially unacceptable views, may or may not be leaving the rest of the world with something to think about.
When you do go for that jugular though, ask yourself, are you exposing the person you are attacking, or are you exposing yourself?
‘Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all’
A line from “In Memoriam A.H.H”, a poem by the British poet, Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
Unlike a footprint in the sand, this sage advise has weathered the storms, and stayed with me since I first came across it.
I don’t know much, but I know this… It is what it is, until ist isn’t!
Great weekend supporting Jordan. I got to meet new people, she got to meet new people,and the kids got the opportunity to be part of Wendy Oldfield’s project.
This, for me, was a great reminder…
What really matters to us? For me, fairness. Rules are there to control what we quite often can’t control, but they have to be fair. I didn’t even realise that Caster was 18 years old in 2009, when the world turned against her, and we as South Africans did not step in to bring reason to an emotional argument.
That the rules were changed by the IAAF to bar women from competing if they were at a certain testosterone level, is degrading for anyone who sees herself as girl, or woman, blessed with her life by God.
There is no scientific evidence that a higher testosterone level for a woman brings unfair advantage to that woman athlete over another. Yet that was seen as reasonable to use, as a factor to exclude a woman from competing!
I don’t see African runners, who grow up in abject poverty, complaining that they have a nutritional disadvantage to athletes from First World countries, who have access to better facilities for training and optimal eating plans.
Understanding the Controversy Over Caster Semenya makes for a great read, if you don’t have context on a South African woman I have great respect and admiration for.
Jordan and I on one of our photo walks. We clearly have a common interest, including capturing each other as the subject of our photography, while the subject is unaware.
My feet (well foot), firmly planted, as I balance and focus on my subject…