Poor Nick had pneumonia this month, in sympathy with the Pope, but fortunately recovered much more rapidly than him thanks to an early dose of strong antibiotics. This meant we had to cancel a few things, but March managed to be reasonably eventful and wineful nevertheless.
Firstly, to tie things up re Tertre Roteboeuf 1995, as I know you will have been on the edge of your seat wondering how typical that TCA-ruined bottle I alluded to in my February diary was...
