Words behind the wine – Moveable Feast
We had been hiking since daybreak. We would have started earlier, but walking in the dark in these mountains is dangerous. There a few perilously steep sections close to the farm and then there are the puffadders and berg adders – almost impossible to see with torchlight on a rocky buck trail. We stopped first only when the sun burned above our left shoulder. I stripped down to my long-sleeved cotton shirt and glugged icy gulps of water from my partially frozen water bottle. Sweat ran down my face, but I felt strong, my hips and old rugby knees holding [...]