The party split today. Hannah and Em went in search of Black Friday bargains (although they considered a 4am start a little too crazy) and Dad and I caught a ride with Jack, Amanda and the Muckers up to the valleys of Napa, Sonoma, and Russian River.
Our first stop was a fun tour of Pride, then (after a pause for - what else? - fish and chips) it was on to Sunce and then Chateau St Jean before washing everything down with some Zinfandels from Cline. The Brits were, shockingly, somewhat outclassed in the drinking department by the Americans. What happened? But Dad picked up a few bottles to sneak back into the UK.
The sun shone (it rained on the shoppers...)
Lining them up.
Crossing the Sonoma/Napa line that runs down the middle of Pride Winery. Convenient for tax purposes...
In the cave.
One day son, all this will be yours.
Jack's happy.
And this is why! Just like home. Except for the Ranch Dressing.
Definitely over your luggage allowance.
Wine making in California. Nice.
Only one person in this picture is sober enough to drive.
Meanwhile...
