Four Northern Cape wild rabbits on the long straight road between Calvinia and Upington were not listening. Inside the vehicle, Jim Morrison was crooning “there’s a killer on the road”, yet refusing to get out of the way the bunnies ended up getting pizza-d by a set of 27cm Toyota Fortuner tyres.
They were, however, good quick deaths. Far preferable to being torn to shreds by a wild jackal or having a poisoned arrow shot up your arse by a famished bushman.
We wine-folk do a lot of sipping and swirling and tasting, and then we also do a lot of glugging. You know, uninhibited down the hatch thirst-quenching stuff taken in big refreshing slurps with your Adam’s apple dancing a Mardi Gras.
A lot of this kind of drinking is performed by wine-lovers on beer, exotic ciders and gin and tonics, but there are quite a number of wines out there made for getting stuck into.