Given a basic itinerary that allowed for seven nights in South Oz, there’s no way we’d be able to go everywhere.
Once we’ve narrowed the possibilities down to a couple of areas the number of places we could go will always be greater than the number of locations it’s physically possible to visit.
When wine tasting is involved experience suggests visiting any more than half a dozen wineries at well-spaced intervals through the day is likely to result in a severe case of palate burnout.
I could, of course, learn to spit, removing the inebriation factor from the equation, but the increase in the number of wineries that could be visited wouldn’t be worth the raised risk of domestic discord.
So, with seven nights at our disposal, the first decision to be made was which of Adelaide’s environs we’d be visiting this time.
Based on her previous residence in Croweater Country, ‘Er Indoors suggested Clare as a desirable destination and the suggestion was one that a dedicated Riesling drinker could comfortably endorse.
Since we’re not very likely to be back that way unless we’re stopping over on the way to somewhere else a basic structure of Adelaide > three nights in Clare > the Barossa overnight on the way back to the City of Churches seemed to fit reasonably well.
That meant four nights in the wine country and three days for Madam to catch up with friends and acquaintances. Looked like a fair deal all around.