It has been a couple of weeks since the third anniversary of the death of Len Evans. How quickly that time has passed. I was reflecting on that today as I cleaned up my computer desktop and found this article.
It reminded me of a few things, but mostly of how much I miss the excitement and sense of anticipation that he bought to my life. Wine became somehow magical when Len was around. Every visit to the Hunter Valley to see him was potentially a journey of discovery, and some of my most cherished memories are of times spent dining and enjoying wine at Loggerheads, his Pokolbin home.
Anyway, we shouldn't forget the great, and I won't. You're still missed, Chairman.
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