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The chaMperones chaMperone (sham-per-rone) /'ʃæmp.ə.rəʊn/ n. 1. to act as a chaMperone

Mum (Mau) and I love a champers... We want to chaMperone you through our beautiful Fleurieu & Adelaide Hills region and share what we have discovered together or individually about bubbles! A person who accompanies a person or people on social occasions to establish or affirm one's appreciation of sparkling wine...
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What you consume is how you feel. This article advised how to make healthier drink choices...No M! Not that kind of picc...
11/02/2026

What you consume is how you feel. This article advised how to make healthier drink choices...

No M! Not that kind of piccolo. However, if it's after midday then yes, this is the piccolo you go with!! Patrick of Coonawarra

The Oxford Dictionary word of the year for 2025? Rage Bait - reflecting the year’s discussions around social unrest and ...
10/01/2026

The Oxford Dictionary word of the year for 2025? Rage Bait - reflecting the year’s discussions around social unrest and online content manipulation. Or you may prefer the Merriam-Webster Dictionary word, Slop - low-quality digital content produced by Artificial Intelligence. Given Brain Rot was Oxford’s word last year, I’m sensing a trend…

The only reason I’ve seen in the new year in the past few years is because I’ve been ubering M around… but this year I had an offer too good to refuse to join F in Port Fairy. With all field bins home and only reaping here at home left to do my contribution to on-farm work was done (not that I do much really!)

As M headed north to Booleroo, and F's advice she was departing the Snowy Mountains, I figured I best cease flaffing about and pack the car. I eventually headed off undecided which way I’d go and only the slightest idea of where Port Fairy actually was… and with HO’s advice to avoid the Princes Highway as it will be a car park both ways and a bit of a sh*t show.

It was the BOM advice I was more mindful of given my POT is 25 degrees (prime operating temperature.) My life is generally rather orchestrated and planned, so the idea of not having any real itinerary or direction was me living on the edge!

Taking the Princes Highway (HO was of course right, but how else was I to try out the waffles at Coonalpine!) Not realising just how big the waffles were, I had to break one of my life rules to ‘never eat anything bigger than your head.’ Sitting tackling my waffle and fighting to keep my hair out of it, I checked google maps and recalculated my route to include, in addition to RnR, some RbR (red bubbles research) in the Coonawarra. Tip: Purchasing without tasting (I was driving after all) is an efficient way to move between cellar doors, and give yourself something to look forward to later!

Arriving in PF about an hour after F, we started our break with a Shut the Gate Wines Mr Nobody NV Sparkling Rouge – cooled via a brief stint in the car fridge on loan from F’s mum as there was no fridge in the holiday house. This led to some tough calls made re food v wine due to limited cooling capacity. Unfortunately half of the bubbles exploded on opening leaving the kitchen looking like a crime scene (and F’s shoes exhibit A in any enquiry) which was not a bad thing given how tired we both were, and how well it was going down. Early night – tick.

Also joining us was LM, who’s ETA was late afternoon NYE. She answered F’s early morning SOS call to bring a (large) esky please, which left F and me to spend NYE day exploring the fabulous PF shops without worrying about the cooling tension between wine v food!

Awaiting LM upon her arrival was a divine Di Giorgio Family Wines Pinot Noir Chardonnay I’d picked up in the Coonawarra the day before. The intel was that Port Fairy’s NYE pageant was not to be missed, so we left the Balnaves of Coonawarra Sparkling Cabernet NV chilling and walked around the corner into town to watch the pageant. Reflecting on our day over Bird In Hand Winery Sparkling I asked F to remind me where it was I had bought my exquisite earrings (on sale, couldn’t decide between the two so I bought both – that’s how girl maths works). It’s called Snog and Move On was the reply. No, F, I think you mean ‘Pash + Evolve’ and that’s enough bubbles for you! To which the reply was, ‘Let’s go back to the pub and watch the fireworks.’ So we did.

Clearly PF on NYE is THE place to be as all pubs jam packed – no one knows us so it was on - singing, dancing and fireworks to ring in the new year! Given we were half an hour ahead of SA, I was surprised HO didn’t respond to my Happy New Year text… M did, ‘though – I knew she and J would still be up!

A memorable and perfect start to the new year thanks to a Patrick of Coonawarra Chardonnay Pinot Noir. Divine, divine, divine. My grab and go Coonawarra cellar door experience on the way over will be the gift that keeps on giving for sure!

After 3 days of RnR with F and LM, I packed up the car excited about the next 3 days with #1 son albeit questioning why I was leaving 20 degree days to head inland knowing an oppressive 38 degrees would greet me as I stepped out of the car 7 hours later! C spoilt me with a delicious Pad See Ew (who knew he cooked such delights!) which paired beautifully with the Best's Wines - Great Western Blanc de Noir cuvee I had picked up as I’d passed through western Victoria.

Given I am conditioned to 22 degrees all year round, and my POT, the BOM is the highest used app on my phone, so it was thanks to BOM we came to spend 2 fabulous days together watching the cricket and movies, reading and just generally lollying about in C’s orbit, topped off with a river cruise on what turned out to be a stunning evening.

It really was 6 days of Lagom – not too much, not too little but ‘just the right amount of’ everything. I’m calling it now - Lagom is my word of the year for 2026.

Who knew there was another reindeer named Olive?In the lead up to Christmas, not only have I learnt about Olive, the oth...
30/12/2025

Who knew there was another reindeer named Olive?

In the lead up to Christmas, not only have I learnt about Olive, the other reindeer, I’ve also learnt a couple of new words… mondegreens (no you don’t put it in your salad, but it does explain Olive) and swag gaps (we all have one, and mine and HOs are different…)

Christmas Eve is H’s birthday and for me it was a day experiencing joy and pride in him being able to drive on his own, sadness that he didn't need me to drive him anywhere anymore, and then back to joy that I have an uber on demand should the need arise!

M and I celebrated with an exquisite Anvers Winery Adelaide Hills Sparkling Pinot Noir Chardonnay, and saw #1 son C home from interstate in time for a celebratory toblerone cheesecake!

I'd been patiently waiting for Christmas Day to open the Bleasdale Vineyards new sparkling cabernet sauvignon... and snuck a glass whilst creaming the pavlova, making strawberry santas and a cheeky little piece of cheesecake from the night before...

M doesn't do sparkling red, so it was a Leconfield Coonawarra Syn and cause to celebrate the good news the Aida rescheduled dates were locked in (my gift for M). Maybe I'll 'regift' the tickets to her for Christmas 2026!

Which brings me to swag gaps... (ok, technically that's 2 words) apparently it's where one partner's style, charisma or overall vibe outshines the other... hmmmm I can't wait to get HO's views on that one! No swag gaps in our house, hey darls? 😜

“How did it get so late so soon?  It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June.  My goodness, how...
29/12/2025

“How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness, how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon.” Dr Seuss

Sitting here in the coolness of a quiet house, the good Dr. has me reflecting on where the year went… the annual November return of F for Handpicked Festival (and HO’s birthday) signalled the year was almost done! I don’t know why we take our event chairs to Handpicked – we don’t spend much time in them – they really are just a holding space for our Lake Breeze Wines Blanc de Blanc.

F had not long been back from a work trip to Italy, and had brought her pasta machine with her so the Sunday after Handpicked afternoon saw me pasta making with F and SH, and then a divine dinner perfectly paired with a Kimbolton Wines Sparkling Bella. When HO and H eventually came inside they found themselves in their very own episode of My Kitchen (my) Rules!

M invited me again to play in the Ham and Turkey hAmbrose competition and given I hadn’t swung a club with any seriousness since last year’s Ham and Turkey day, M came out the evening before to give me some tips. It was the perfect chance to try out the picnic table our talented H had made me at school! We also tried out the Dolly Parton Wines I’d discovered at Dan’s… (I am a Dolly tragic) it didn’t help my golf the next day, but gosh M and I (as in me) had so much fun playing with PG and MK. I’d well and truly earnt my glass of bubbles on the 19th hole some 5 hours after teeing off at 9am! I still can’t quite work out how my handicap was 30 and M’s was 45! (well, actually there were some signs on the day…)

At a networking function the other night I was listening to a group swapping Melbourne Cup Day stories. I was there in w...
07/12/2025

At a networking function the other night I was listening to a group swapping Melbourne Cup Day stories. I was there in what technically was a professional capacity, so kept my Cup experience to myself. However, I thought I’d share here how our day panned out.

M headed off down south with the golf ladies, with my gentle reminder that it was her choice to drive and not to call me for a pick up at some ridiculous hour because the answer would be no.

Given how much fun we had last year taking the day off for the Cup, N and I decided to do it again. K couldn’t make it, but had offered to ensure we made it home safely if needed.

If we’re taking the day off we may as well make the most of it by starting the day at the hairdressers. The fancy bit fell off my fascinator and being the only blue millinery piece I own, some sewing (not what I’m known for) was required whilst N was frocking up.

We weren’t trackside this year, but we did venture to N’s local as it was within walking distance and we could leave the car having decided to drive so as not to mess up our hair. (of course!)

A glass of bubbles on arrival, ladies? Yes, thank you, but please also just bring us a bottle of the The Lane Vineyard Lois and we won't trouble you for a while.

As the race approached, and not withstanding we’d been there for a couple of hours, it dawned on us that whilst our table for 2 was beautifully positioned under a window, we couldn’t see the big screen! With all other tables made up of groups, that left a spare table for 2 in prime viewing position, so relocate we did.

The complimentary sweep was in the form of a scratchie. Not only did N again rock the rizz factor, she also scratched her way to victory in the sweep! Another Lois ladies to celebrate? I looked at N, N looked at me, we both looked at the waitress… and everyone was smiling as I handed over my card. No judgement. My bias for yes knew no bounds by that point! Poor choice #1.

With the dining room closing, we made the call to K, and headed to the bar to await uber K who subsequently found us grappling with - and to the casual observer what may have looked like - an existential crisis manifesting as emotional extremes (one can only laugh so much before tears come) as we were both exhibiting what could have been described as addictive and compulsive behaviour triggered by the belief that one is perhaps past one’s peak in life. OK maybe not quite that bad (but perhaps we are too old to behave like this during the day on a week day) but it was a fact neither of us felt like going home but did feel like playing 8-ball, and cranking up the record player.

The shortest route to K’s car meant a walk through the drive through (poor choice #2), and by then we’d talked ourselves into heading back to the farm (poor choice #3), where K dropped us off and left us in a cloud of dust. I am convinced her speedy retreat was an act of self-preservation! (Good choice #1).

Our decision making didn’t get any better… Behind door #1: HO’s delicious tea waiting for us.
Behind door #2: the pool room for jatz, dip, some old fashioned hustling, and tunes.

Standing outside between the shed and the house, N looked at me. I looked at N. And so it was that the divine aroma of HO’s spaghetti bolognese and garlic bread wafting out the front door just was not strong enough to get us in the house. Door #2 it was and straight to the pool room we went. (Poor choice #4).

HO saved the day with a directive at 9.30pm that he was heading into town to pick H up from the gym in half an hour and it would be a very long walk home for N if we hadn’t wrapped it up by then. On that very sound advice, we finally made our first good choice for the day…

With N safely buckled in the 'town' car, as I watched the tail lights disappear into the darkness, I thought to myself, "I don’t think we’ve peaked just yet..."

Rounding out the month of October was World Champagne Day on the 24th – the planets miraculously aligned to:1. place me ...
03/12/2025

Rounding out the month of October was World Champagne Day on the 24th – the planets miraculously aligned to:
1. place me in Adelaide for a work forum that day,
2. coincide with dates that also landed 2 of my school buddies from the mid-north and Spencer Gulf in the city, and
3. the ABBA tribute show!

MM had sorted accommodation and logistics, LN in charge of comms, and me, well, as is my standard MO, I was in charge of the FU in fun. (Those of you following me will know that’s Fika Unlimited, and not what is generally accepted as defining FU!)

Being World Champagne Day I was obliged to drive through Dan’s for a Champagne Lanson black label… With that chilling in the bar fridge in our family room, and waiting, waiting, waiting for MM and LN to arrive, I thought I’d do a little taste test. Yikes, no glasses! A quick sprint - OK, I don’t do sprint, but a fast walk - to a Salvos I’d spied just around the corner as I drove in, had me 3 glasses for $3, and all set. Crisis #1 averted.

Despite all that luggage MM brought with her, Saturday morning she discovered she’d left the clothes she’d planned to wear to ABBA hanging on the back of a chair in her kitchen (but she did bring the well-stocked esky!) A spot of op-shopping saw crisis #2 averted.

ABBA was epic, and reminded us what true ABBA tragics we were at school, and clearly still are! Dining at Tony Tomatoes that night, quote of the weekend went to our waiter… in your best Italian accent say with me, “There has been a mistake. I saw you looking.” With those nine little words a delicious Dolce Zeppole was gently placed in front of us…

Blessed.

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