For me Sancerre will always be associated with being soaking wet, exhausted and treated rudely by French people. When we cycled the Loire the road up to Sancerre it was amazing, steep hairpins through the vineyards which I’m sure would have been beautiful if I could have seen through the dripping of rain and sweat… Read More »
We found ourselves short of white wine, with drinkers heading in from the north. We needed to stock up, but had neither the time nor the energy to head out for a proper shopping trip. We walked around to ‘Bargain Booze’ and took out chances. Beyond the 3 for £10 offers on Blossom Hill and… Read More »
Last summer I cycled along the Loire and up to Sancerre. It was beautiful, stopping to stand on what passes for soil there and looking at vines as far as the eye could see. I did so in driving rain, up through the hairpins to the town of Sancerre itself. I’m a sucker for the… Read More »
The town of Sancerre is perched high above the Loire, a fact you get to fully understand when you’ve cycled up the hairpin bends to it in the driving rain. My beer-drinking cycling buddy found it a little odd that I felt the need to stop and take pictures of the vines, soils and fruit,… Read More »