England

The wine scene in Cornwall

The wine scene in Cornwall

Taking another bend, the road narrows further. The beech trees bow together to enclose us in an emerald tunnel and the hawthorn growing out of the walled hedges starts to scrape at the wing mirrors. Trying not to think of the insurance excess on the rental car, I exhale and guide the vehicle down the potted road, round another bend and up a steep hill, praying all the while I don’t meet another tractor. At the crest, the trees thin, and through gaps in the old stone walls we can glimpse the blue-grey Atlantic glinting under the spring sunshine beyond a wrinkled landscape of pasturelands, hamlets and gnarled, windswept oaks…