We arrived . . . for a long lunch in the early afternoon. After driving up the Pacific Coast Highway from Sydney we were looking forward to settling in to this vineyard restaurant for the rest of our day.
We chose here because . . . we were staying in the Little Orchard Cottage that is part of the estate.
Our first impression was . . . that we had stumbled upon a little slice of France in rural Australia.
Through wooden doors we entered into a lively cobbled courtyard. A tree in the centre reached out over the space, its branches dappling the warm autumn light. Waitstaff moved among white-clothed tables, some long and lined with big families, others small and intimate.
Gnarled wisteria branches wound up white posts - in summer their soft purple blooms droop overhead, framing the view of tree-pocked hills and a crevice of grape vines that run down to a pond.