It was absolutely tipping it down, like the Niagara Falls, relentless, fierce water. To see these old people get off the bus, coming from so far away, with eyes twinkling like school boys on an outing, really touched me.
They wanted to know everything, from the vineyards to the barrels, persistent rain and wet photographs. Without missing a single word that I was saying, they gave me the illusion that it was one of the most interesting places on Earth.
Then after, safely undercover, tasting the wines and narrating lives, whilst I did my best to look like a true pro, I was happy, the whole way through. I felt important to them, that had departed from the suburbs of London to look for a vineyard, a cellar and a glass to bring me their exhilaration.
Beautiful people, people with heart.