Whenever I’m behind a slow caravan on the highway I think of hairy soap and thongs in the shower. And not-enough-veggies noises in the next cubicle. So I was not in a happy holiday frame of mind when I sat in my deck chair to taste the Grey Nomad Sauvignon Blanc 2010, left in the bottom of my esky by a ‘mate’. It brought back … Continue reading The caravan of love