With the passing of the years, the vines are changing from being producers of youthful, vibrant fruit to ones that deliver more brooding, moody, nervous fruit. It is as if they have given up their years of childhood frivolity and have taken on the angst of teenagers; more aware of the complexity of life yet not fully evolved to deal with the twists and turns that can so quickly beset them. Not fully mature, but nevertheless, full of a joie de vivre that is also marked by a sense of uncertainty. Believe me; I could be watching my two sons grow up in front of me again. The promise of something special is there, it just needs time and careful handling to coax the best out of these vines, especially given the challenges that our recent weather has placed upon our vineyard. What is now apparent is the increased level of texture in the wines. Flavours continue to be subtle but the depth and texture in the wine continues to grow. In their early development they appear rich and complex but with a nervy edge that makes them initially less silky. The desire not to make the oak regime a dominating feature gives the wine the opportunity to mellow whilst maintaining its spirit. So, as we watch our vines mature, we think of our boys, and if the resulting wines turn out like them, we will be happy little vignerons.