Saint Clair

The other week in Kyiv, I stumbled upon an old favourite from the South Island. In line with Herman Melville’s “everlasting itch for things remote”, this sauvignon blanc tastes of black currant leaves, gooseberry, and lime but most of all of another life and time. Rushing between classes and papers to mark, I have barely been able to breathe this week. At the homefront, William is just recovering from a nasty flu while Eddie has another eye infection coming on. In the middle of it all, I am trying to schedule my teaching for 2017. So bear with me. However, on 11 November I will be back in Lund where an old friend will defend her PhD thesis.