The farm had previously been run by Concetta and her husband Piero: true country folk from another era, one that survives in the nostalgic tales of our grandfathers. The couple lovingly tended the soil, living solely on its produce and bartering eggs, goat’s milk and fruit in exchange for what they could not themselves produce. In the 1980s, they still lived in the old farmhouse, with no heating but that provided by the large fireplace.
Piero and Concetta stayed on. They could not have left the land that was their raison d’être, or abandoned their chickens and rabbits and goats. In fact, the more I saw of the couple, the stronger I felt to be my own ancestral bonds and awakened affection for the soil – where my family’s roots had previously lain dormant.
Hence my wish to take up the challenge: making wine in the elite winemaking area.