Who doesn’t like a glass of Prosecco – that fresh, light, crisp and intensely aromatic Italian sparkling wine with the flavour of yellow apple, pear, white peach and apricot? I love it on its own, in a Bellini or Mimosa cocktail, or in a Sgroppino with vodka and lemon sorbet. The Glera Prosecco grapes are traditionally grown in the area north of Treviso, between Conegliano and Valdobbiadene, not far from where we live. The “strada del vino bianco” (the white wine road) winds through hills, their slopes covered in vineyards, and enchanting villages where we occasionally stop for a delicious lunch washed down with – you’ve guessed it – Prosecco.
There is much to explore and we sometimes visit Vittorio Veneto, the site of the last battle between Italy and the Austro-Hungarian Empire in 1918. This area was familiar to Ernest Hemmingway as it was here he set part of his wonderful novel A Farewell to Arms. Soon we are back on the road again and put behind us the carnage of WWI, letting the vines sooth us with their timelessness. It seems they care not for human folly as they mark the passage from one harvest to the next.