Each time I journey overseas from my home in South Australia I find myself both physically and spiritually comparing landscape and terroir to the regional beauty of where I live. I know it’s all very personal, but Tuscany’s rolling hills recall the sun-kissed vineyards of McLaren Vale, the Outback starkness of Coober Pedy mirrors America’s vast and empty Nevada deserts, and I see images of the Adelaide Hills in the foothills of southern Bavaria. Similarly, Sardinia’s coastal heights remind me of the rugged cliffs of Deep Creek National Park with their views across the wild Southern Ocean to Kangaroo ...
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