The Oldie

British bubbles

Oh, how I have missed this, I thought, as I gazed across a vineyard planted with Chardonnay, Pinot Noir and Pinot Meunier. It was bathed in a warm evening glow, I had a glass of fizz in one hand, some fine charcuterie in the other, and all was right with the world.

I was not, however, surveying the Côte des Blancs or the Montagne de Reims. I was about 300 miles north-west of Champagne, a short drive from Arundel in West Sussex, at

You’re reading a preview, subscribe to read more.

More from The Oldie

The Oldie3 min read
Tessa Castro
IN COMPETITION No 305 you were invited to write a poem called Dawn Chorus. I liked Charles Owen’s description of the cock or rooster as ‘Hot hacksaw-headed, braggart-breasted,/ Liveried in flame’. Wally Smith was right to call ‘A jay’s call like a bl
The Oldie3 min read
Sport
Back in the 1980s, an American academic called Bob Goldman conducted research among some of the best young college athletes in the States. He asked them a simple question: if there was a drug available that would guarantee you an Olympic gold medal,
The Oldie5 min read
The Longest Day
Dawn was breaking in the English Channel when a young infantryman named Lionel Roebuck struggled onto the deck of his landing craft. It was Tuesday 6th June 1944, and he and his comrades had been pitched and tossed through the waves for the past 12 h

Related Books & Audiobooks