Savoury salmon tart for breakfast this morning cooked by dashing Debbie McLaughlin, mine hostess with the mostest, at Trinity Guest Lodge in Darling. On the table, an empty bottle of The Yair 2009 from the previous evening plus a red jumper forgotten by a Sunday luncher. If it’s yours, Shaun is keeping it for you. The Yair is named after a village in the Scottish borders which is named after the Gaelic for fish trap for catching… salmon.

Carl Jung would have a field day in Darling which is the Bermuda Triangle for synchronicity. For no sooner had I started pondering the odds of fish pies and traps than into the breakfast room walked big David Tullie, who grows grapes for The Yair on his Lanner Hill farm, just up the street.

David Tullie and The Yair

I tasted Nicky Versveld’s CWG version of The Yair blind last week and scored it 90/100 (I include the score for my camp followers over at Grape who fixate on such numbers, especially Tony Gormless). My tasting note: pale green, dusty nose (touch of oak?), soft entry, grass creeps up (Sémillon?), some perfume, limes, lemons and lanolin, needs time. David’s cellar door version is priced at R130 and is an absolute stonker.

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