What started as a "fun retirement project" involving 15 acres and 18,000 vines quickly turned into a four-year lesson in harvest chaos and steep learning curves. From midnight runs to Kent to our first bottles in 2026, Meg shares the brilliantly honest story of how Dad’s wacky idea became a family reality.

Not our first harvest, but certainly our most significant yet. A proper step change year, shaped by good weather, growing vines and a lot of collective effort. We’re already looking ahead to next season, and to finally sitting down over a long harvest lunch with our own wines on the table.