Living among the vines is wonderful when you don't have to do any work, writes Maureen Marriner
Wines can be cheeky, can bring to mind wet grass, the infamous cat's pee on a gooseberry bush but they can, I have discovered, also have a lot of nerve — it means high levels of acidity and bright flavours. A similar term is tension. One supposes a glass with nervous tension wouldn't be the best choice after a hard day at the office. These wine words, along with others like brix and bird peck, I pick up on a whistlestop to the Napier area, the hub of Hawke's Bay wine production.
My accommodation for the night is about as peaceful and exclusive as anyone could want. I am to be the sole occupant, discounting rabbits, birds and neighbouring sheep, of a vineyard, Te Awanga Estate. Named after the surrounding area, it is part of Rod McDonald Wines, and its cellar door sits below an apartment. The cellar door, which does platters and pizzas, is closed Monday and Tuesday outside the summer months so there's just me to soak up beautiful views from limestone hills, over vines and out to the sea.
Te Awanga Estate is home to the "world famous in Hawke's Bay" Sunday Sessions, where local DJs and musicians entertain till late during the summer. It is also a popular venue for weddings. The week before my arrival a ceremony was held under a large willow, then the bridal party was whisked to the top of the hills for photographs while their guests enjoyed the joys of the cellar door and the romance of the vines.