The first time I attempted to drink red wine I was at a health retreat with my work colleagues from Weight Watchers (there's plenty of contradictions in that sentence). It was one of those places where you only eat organic, vegan food and there's certainly no caffeine, alcohol or cigarettes allowed. We were staying there compliments of the establishment and spent the first day doing yoga, a bush walk, a cooking class and kayaking. But after retreating to our private bush cottage, my editor pulled out the cask of red wine she'd snuck in (it was good quality cask mind you - not a 4L goon box). Giggling, we poured it into coffee mugs (obviously there were no wine glasses in the place) and sipped it quickly, just in case someone caught us. I'd never been a wine drinker, but not having to refrigerate alcohol sounded great to me and I was determined to like it. So I swallowed those first few sips down like nails, and the next few times I drank it after that, were the same. But eventually I found myself rather enjoying a good red (although I have to admit that at this stage, I had no idea what was good). I was drinking it at dinner parties (feeling very sophisticated at 20 years of age mind you), at after-work drinks and shortly it became my drink of choice.
So when my boyfriend and I planned a weekend away to the Hunter Valley last year, we were both excited at the prospect of trying lots of yummy wine and cheese. We drove up on a Friday afternoon and checked into our cabin at Pokolbin Village Resort. They have a restaurant, convenience store, chocolate shop, cellar and smelly cheese shop on the premises so we didn't go far that afternoon. After a delicious dinner and an early night, we woke ready to get stuck into the wine tasting.Me being the anal organiser I am, had already plotted a course for us on the map and we planned to visit several wineries around the area. Pulling into the first one, we walked cautiously into the bar, or cellar door, as they're called in the wineries. We had no idea what we were doing and after standing at the bar for a few seconds, looking like idiots, perusing the wine list, finally a staff member helped us out with a few different reds to try.
Well we were off! I lost count of how many wineries we visited that day but we had a great time (even if it was a little blurry) and managed to fit in a tour at McGuigan winery, visit a cheese festival that was on that weekend, played putt putt golf and had a late lunch at Harrigan's Irish pub (which is HUGE and has a good range of tasty pub meals).
The next day saw us horseriding in the morning before visiting the cheese festival again, and then some more wineries... and the Irish pub again. We came home with close to 20 bottles of wine and a bit of a hangover but it was one of the best weekends I've ever had. Even if you're not a big wine drinker, the scenery and delicious food is worth a day or two in the Hunter. We plan to go back this year on the same weekend : )
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