The bottom of a glass.

It’s hard to articulate my love affair with wine. I’m not saying I’m an alcoholic… far from it. But wine and I have had one heck of a rollercoaster relationship.

Wine has a bit of a habit of being a constant in my life and we really do have a passionate love affair. Wine has witnessed it all.

It’s funny, isn’t it? That we continue to seek answers to unknown questions from the bottom of the glass.

I’ve reached the bottom of the glass before a first kiss, I’ve reached the bottom of the glass AFTER a first kiss, I’ve reached the bottom of a glass after an arguement with my lover and I’ve shared home truths with a best friend as we reach the bottom of the glass.

I’ve cried tears of sadness over a bottle with my sister and tears of happiness over a bottle with my mum and there’s nothing quite like a wee Rose to soothe the soul.

I’ve toasted to success, I’ve toasted to failure. I’ve toasted to new life and I’ve toasted to old.

Ive reached the bottom of the glass of a Chenin Blanc in the South African sunset and the bottom of many glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon by the crisp winter fire.

I’m now on a train with a cheeky wee wine. I’m finding this balance so hard to define. It keeps me feeling and keeps me afloat, it’s one hundred percent, on wine that I dote.

TEWP x

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