A High Time with Haut-Brion: Haut-Brion Dreams
Suitably fuelled by the many fruits of Pessac-Léognan I bade farewell to the old hands of Chester Claret Club and made my way towards my bed. Finding my ‘hotel’ wasn’t too difficult – I simply followed the sound of the music – and as I walked I reflected on the many fun evenings I had tasting (and drinking) wine in Chester, too many years ago now. I encountered some amazing wines, wines that helped to shape my palate. I owe a lot of my knowledge, experience and interest to the group in question.
I also couldn’t help reflecting on the journey home after the tastings; in those I days lived much closer, and would return home by train. The mad dash to catch the last train leaving Chester – on more than one occasion I leapt on board as the doors were closing – was always a tense moment. The train was usually heaving with late-night revellers, and some of the ‘night life’ activities I witnessed on that train aren’t suitable for publication here, or perhaps anywhere. Let’s just say there were certain ‘ladies’ who worked at night who would ‘mingle’ with the other passengers. Please be assured, I kept myself to myself.
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