This past weekend I went to the Wacky Wine festival in Robertson/Asthon/Bonnievale.
It is such an amazing festival because R100 gains you entry into all of the wineries in this area and you can taste whatever you like! Also the wineries try and out-dazzle each other, there are live performances and stalls and more food and wine than what you can ever consume! Definitely a festival of more’s.
I have not been to this festival in 3 years (as there was the small matter of me being knocked up) so I didn’t anticipate that it had gotten quite so large.
So popular has it become that when we wanted to go last year, we were unable to find any accommodation, and settled for booking for this year, at the lovely Karin’s on Main in Bonnievale. So it was with great pleasure I dropped the kids of at Grandma and Grandpa’s for the weekend and hit the R62.
Perhaps it is was the anticipation, or my age, but I must confess I was not quite as impressed with the festival as the past times. Our accommodation was stunning, the rooms were smartly done, the food was good and the service was homely. The wine was as good as it always is, but honestly, after overindulging at Locnville (they were hosted at the sumptuous Arrabella Wine Farm on Friday night, we were too fragile to do any real tasting for the remainder of the weekend.
In fact when sitting down to a quiet dinner on Saturday, next to the fire, while the rain was coming down in buckets, it was decided that we are at the age where we don’t have anything to prove, we may as well crawl into bed with a book and sleep in.
So at the end of the weekend I come away with two lessons.
1. I am way too old to keep up with the Students; and
2. I DON’T HAVE TO…it is okay if I want to rather crawl into bed on a Saturday night with a nice book, and even if the only thing I did the whole weekend away from the kids was sleep, that too is okay, after three years of sleepless nights, I earned it!