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The sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky, it looked like the tenth anniversary tasting weekend was going to be a success. Then it dawned on a number of people that England were due to play Scotland at Wembley that afternoon, while we were having our tasting. What fool arranged this clash? Ahem. Yes, well.
As is the norm with Bath tastings, there were about a dozen or so hungry people waiting for the lunch to arrive, as Ed and Chris had spent a hassle strewn morning in Sainsbury's and finally arrived at about one o'clock. People began to devour the food with relish. By this stage it was getting very, very hot. The delicious and rather splendid cake (even if I do say so myself) was beginning to show signs of wear and tear as some of the icing started to melt in the sun.
There were a number of young lads kicking footballs around on the grass, but as the afternoon progressed they slowly disappeared to get drunk on premium lager and watch the imminent rerun of an old battle between the whites and the blues.
With lunch over and done with, some of the partners decided to go off and wander around town rather than partake of the grape with the rest of us, so we were whittled down to 24 people for the tasting itself. Most people had heeded the warning about numbers and had combined to buy two bottles of better quality wine.
After tidying up a little, there were groans when we had to remind folks that there was a little official business to attend to before the tasting could get underway. Firstly there were thanks to Ed and Chris for the lunch, splendid that it was, and to the founder members of the Wine Society to be so far sighted as to continue this love affair with wine. The Vintage Club is, as we can see, getting bigger and it was good to see some of the older members turning up. Anne had left a message on my answer machine the day before saying: a) We have just over a hundred pounds and b) 'I don't want to be treasurer anymore'. A suggestion was put forward that the job of treasurer and secretary could be combined as there isn't an awful lot of work to do. There were no objections to this in principle, but there were concerns that when the club bank account was set up there needed to be two signatories and so this might be a deciding factor. I have asked Anne to look into this for us and hopefully we should hear back from her soon.
Seeing as there were sufficient funds available in the kitty to keep the club running smoothly, subs were kept to a miserly £3 each and quite surprisingly everyone gave me their £3. For those of you who weren't there, wait until I hear back from Anne about the set up and I'll let you know where to send the money soon.
Then we got onto the more serious matter of the tasting.
In time honoured fashion we started off with our standard brief introduction. 'My name is... and I do...'. This year we seemed to be overrun with Chemists and Chemical Engineers who will all swear blind that they have nothing to do with one another. Why do they share a building on campus then, eh? Answer that!
Whites: 0 votes Alsace Gewurztraminer Vendange Tardive 1983 1 vote Yalumba 'D' 1988 4 votes Domaine de la Motte 1981 8 votes Domaines Schlumberger 1989 10 votes Veuve Clicquot 1985 Reds: 0 votes Chateau Bel Orme 1986 1 vote Domaine du Grand Montmirrail 1986 11 votes Chateau Canon 1983 13 votes Nasi Recioto 1993 15 votes Mas de Daumas Gassac 1986
The post tasting drink up was performed in what can be described as a most convivial atmosphere. Paul Savage had brought a large green crate loaded up with beer with him from Belgium and was handing out bottles to those people whose wines he felt were particularly nice. I don't think anyone was left out and so we all had something extra to sample as the afternoon progressed. During this time there were discussions about tasting venues for the coming year and it was noted that there were a number of people living in the London area, so we could hold a tasting there. And with Chris now a post-doc at Imperial, Mark suggested that she could get a room for a tasting, but whatever she does, don't mention his name! Also at this point, one of our new members, Icarus, suggested that his brother's converted barn in Normandy might be available. Plans are afoot to organise a weekend next spring at this rather splendid sounding venue.
Then came the time everyone was waiting for: The Rounders Match! By this time, there was plenty of space on the grass, as most people were tucked away watching the football, and so we spread ourselves out and organised a game. The usual arguments about the rules started but were instantly quashed when Mark suggested we had an umpire, and it fell to me. As there had been a rounders tournament on campus the week before, I tried to remember as many of the rules as I could and invoked them on an ad- hoc basis. The group was split between those born in an even year and those born on an odd year.
After one innings, the scores were level. Refreshments were called for and a party was sent out and returned with a couple of cold Ozzie sparklers which went down rather well. The second innings was as controversial as the first and again ended in a draw. There were a number of comments about the lack of Stuart to kick people as they ran past and others tried to emulate his aggressive nature with a modicum of success.
There was then an hours respite until the meal. Woods was, as it generally is, packed with people that evening, and the food was superb. There was a little delay in getting started and one group almost didn't get their desserts, but all in all it was an excellent meal. Another new member, Pat, arrived at the meal with her suitcases after having just flown in from Helsinki and spent a good hour moaning about how awful her trip had been. There was then a football match to watch, so Georg and I returned home and watched the whole 90 sorry minutes. The commentating left a lot to be desired!.
The next morning saw a good turnout for the pitch and putt at Victoria Park. The weather was just as hot and sunny and there was a lot of bright red skin still exposed. We were once again split into two teams by Mark, this time odd and even dates of birth. With 7 per side, we split into four groups and started play on the 12 hole course. An excellent time was had by all, both those who had never held a golf club before and those who play regularly. The scoring was very tight, with the evens winning by 7 shots. We then decanted to the Pulteney Arms for lunch, and discovered the TV in the back room and had great fun discovering who watches Eastenders. Some people knew all the plot lines and all the characters! The Germany-Russia game came on and those that were left watched the first half at the pub and the second half, via Threshers to Quentin and Jacqui's new place.
A splendid time was had by all, see you all again soon!
STOP PRESS: Matthew Henry John Bailey was born at 8:10am on Saturday 29th June after 6 1/2 hrs weighing 8lb 7oz. I'm sure we all wish Caz, David and the little one all the best.
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