Hugh doesn’t quite have a vineyard, but his pride and joy at the moment is his abundant grape
infused encrusted patio …….
When he first saw it, Darrell admitted that he had thought Hugh had got “his man that does” to hang some grapes of an artificial flower arranging type nature to look a bit like one of Hugh’s stage sets ………
……. but, no, Hugh had managed to grow proper green and black grapes, which made it look all the more exotic and romantic, especially at night when it was all lit up by a million fairy lights. When dining alfresco Darrell said that it was like being in a foreign clime, especially when Hugh got his chiminea going, while playing his Best of Demis Roussos CD. Hugh wasn’t sure if there would be enough fruit to “tread the grape”, but if there was, well it would have to be champagne, naturally Darling, …….another impossibly heady and romantic notion for Darrell, he had visions of Hugh, Nigel and himself, socks strewn with gay abandon outside a large barrel with said company treading the aforementioned grape with unbridled kindred spirit!