Beneath the ground, “the Drives”, for miles wind, enchanting and atmospheric.
Gold miners, out of work, went down, through decomposed granite they chiseled.
A labyrinth of over a mile, lavish with treasures, future and past.
From it spill grand delight, a tipple for your glass.
Heathcote Shiraz who all decree exceeds just fine or nice.
A seriously splendid drop, rich and layered with dark chocolate, blackcurrants and spice.