
Years ago when I was writing regularly about English and Welsh wine one thing stood out as being blindingly obvious: the vineyards were obvious destinations for tourists. I loved practically all of the dozens and dozens I visited and it was clear that they only needed to build restaurants and other facilities to become major destinations where people could escape the sometimes claustrophobic atmosphere of the towns to experience the well being of a vineyard with its own enclosed countryside.
Yesterday I took leave of my new occupation of writing, walking and talking about London to remind myself of what I was missing.
We took a train from London (Blackfriars) to Shoreham in Kent (not the one in Sussex) to stumble across a vineyard, The Mount, that I had barely heard of but which fulfilled most of my dreams. For a start it was one of the few vineyards close to a railway station so you don’t have to worry about drinking and driving. You only have to walk a few yards before encountering a gorgeous pathway, where long rows of cow parsley keep the nettles at bay, taking you right around the vineyard by the Darren chalk stream and the lovely village of Shoreham, a shrine to Samuel Palmer, the painter of sublime local landscapes after whom one of the local pubs is named.
What a pity that Palmer (1805-1881) isn’t around today to paint the ten acres of vines bordering on a restaurant and open air bar serving wines from the vineyard and from elsewhere (the house wine is actually French). We enjoyed a delicious Flint Dry white made mainly from the Bacchus grape which has pioneered the revival of English white wines and a very agreeable red made from the Regent and Rondo varieties.
Like most other English still wines they are not the cheapest but that is the last thing you need to think about when you are escaping from the rest of the world at this charming vineyard.

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Hush Heath’s vineyard

Simon Roberts amid the Chardonnay
View from the tasting room towards the snacking zone

