At tea that evening, Albert kept pouring and pouring the red wine. “You’ll stay the night here and tomorrow early you can head back to the city.”
“Akaroa,” I said.
“Yes, lads, and I want to tell you this pinot noir is grown just here on the Banks Peninsula, I am happy to tell you that. Just over the hill at the Wai Rangi Aho Winery, outside Akaroa. Place …
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