“I’ve drunk worse for a tenner.” Someone actually said that – yes, they did. Can you imagine the rush of pride? There we were, at the local school, with two massive demijohns of our crowd-trampled red wine, selling it for £10 a bottle to the parents, and that was after they had taken a trial sip. It doesn’t get better than that; educational for the kids, too. It’s 200 bottles we’ve now made, community wine from the Kilburn vine, but as we cleared away the tent the dilemma hit us. What do we do now? What do we aim for next year? 250 bottles? 300?
Then we stopped ourselves. Isn’t this Google-think? ...
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