It’s before 5pm, but the light’s starting to fade already as we hit one last winery so my friends can get some champagne. You can drink this kind of view. »

six of one, half a dozen of the other

In the six years since I last came here, the captains of industry have swung by with a bit of architecture. Yering Station is no longer just a winery, it’s sprouted a euro-hopeful performance area with associated wine bar, all glass and stone and wood. A “historic barn” sits amongst concrete pathways and young trees but I think it’s just for show, there’s no sign you could go in. After all, what would we look at? »