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Grasshopper Rock is owned by Grasshopper Rock Wine Limited and five families are the shareholders.
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Phil and Max Handford
Phil alternates between mastermind and master of understatement: “Just going for a paddle” - First solo kayak crossing of Foveaux Strait. “Caught the odd deer” -Acclaimed deer trapper in the ‘80’s. “Dabbled in shearing” - 300 a day man. Maxine lives in the real world and from time to time drags Phil into it or off to their bach in Raglan where Phil comes in after a 20k cycle ride and says, “I’ve got bit of an idea – Let’s make the best Pinot Noir in the world.”
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John Carmody and Sue Clarke
Never underestimate ‘Jono’ – short men are always up to something. Best food - numbers, crunched. Best wine to crunch numbers with - Pinot Noir. Can be found, alternatively, on his 30ft trawler hauling in blue cod, trying to keep warm in a maimai, or pruning roses. Dead keen on Sue ‘little ole wine drinker me’, who flicks him slices of inspiration daily. “Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably, And never regret anything that made you smile.” Pinot Noir always puts a smile on their faces.
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Adrian and Ann Irving
The Irvings are definitely not ‘townies’. Look for Adrian at a Crank Up and look for ‘Crank Up’ in the rural dictionary. Try the Irving elderberry wine, the tamarillo or the fejoa and begin to understand the love of wine making and living off the land. Head for the West Coast for the whitebait run and Adrian will have got there first. Join Southland Rural Women and meet Ann and wonder how she also has time for patchwork, pet judging (guinea pig and miscellaneous sections) and three-day bike treks with Adrian. ‘Retired’ can also best be defined in the rural dictionary.
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Angus and Ro Bradshaw
Rafting the Zambesi, climbing Mt Kilamanjaro, completing the Coast to Coast, Angus keeps active mountain biking and gardening. Transforming everyday waste into provocative art forms, Ro is happiest in front of an easel. Weekday Dunedin apartment dwellers, escape is an historic stone cottage in the Gibbston Valley, set in an evolving edible garden
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Stu and Jan Moir
Stu and Jan have seen a few cowsheds in their time. The ‘Milky Way’, their yet to be written tale of starry eyed West Coast sharemilkers turned Motanau beachcombers, has a middle to it that defies the laws of energy and keeps the milk tankers rolling. On the dust jacket, just to confuse you, will be Stu surfacing from the ocean with crayfish, scallops, paua … the man’s second skin is a wet suit. Jan won’t have time to read it she’ll be counting the days till they head for the grape picking at Grasshopper Rock, she talked Stu into this Pinot Noir business after all but now he’s convinced it was his idea.
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