A young lawyer drinks a whole-bunch Pinot at a hipster wine bar in Adelaide while an old grapegrower getting by on an oily rag can only glance at the wine list in the window and keep walking. Dairy-farmers are doing it tough but grapegrowers have had 10 years of it. Twenty-five years ago my sister Elizabeth married Michael in the backyard of our cream-brick home … Continue reading The canvas can do miracles