On the road again

I just thought I’d blow my own trumpet once more and put the word out about the fehhhbulous July issue of delicious. magazine, out now, and made even more compelling by the presence of my locavore feature on Mudgee and Orange, NSW.

Of course, the true heroes of the hour were (and still are) Hannah and Peter Logan of Logan Wines, whom I met, blathered with, ate and drank with, then subsequently plagiarised, to write this story.

Surprisingly, this was all condoned by one Danielle Oppermann, editor of said magazine, who set me loose on the roads of NSW’s Central West, with nought but a map, a crap sense of direction and an innate mistrust of disembodied voices stuck to the inside of hire-car windscreens. Had my four-day road trip been mapped in the vintage Hollywood manner – with a tiny, childishly wrought automobile icon plotting an illustrated route across a cartoon map of ye olde New South Wales, it would have closely resembled a Spirograph drawing. (Oh – just Google it, kiddies.)

So many U-turns, so little time. But what a time – this is a gorgeous part of the world, my friends, so my thanks also go out to Tourism NSW, for helping me get there in the first place, no matter how long it took me to find it…

Robert Stein Vineyard, Mudgee, NSW

And, despite the fact that my mission was to showcase (oh, how that word has been hammered into the ground by me and my editorial ilk in recent times; forgive us, for we know not what we’re doing) the many and varied gustatorial and libationary splendours of this region, some of my most  enjoyable moments were spent taking photographs of oddities like this, at Robert Stein Winery.

That, and finally discovering the names of all the songs on Frank Ocean’s Channel Orange CD (the hire car had a CD player that flashed each track’s title as it played – revelation!). As has long been the case, I’d been singing completely the wrong words.

Polly Jones” – I ask you…

But then, I also used to think Neil Young was singing “Hey, Hey, the Purple Green Fairy”, on After the Gold Rush… (and you can Google that one, too).

Coming soon, how to get the best out of Chile on four hours’ sleep a night.