Happy days

To Fabrezan for more wine-tasting. This was a more classic event: very small servings of wine to be swirled, sniffed, and daintily sipped, as opposed to our neighbour's version, with its constantly refilled glasses, copious food, and increasingly boisterous atmosphere. There was no danger in driving home from this one. And we left with half a dozen bottles of rosé to add to the considerable supply we already have.