My first encounter with hillside wines, and the wines of the Collio in particular, took place when I moved to Friuli in the late 1930s.
I was entranced by the gentle slopes and the Collio villages, which at that time had names like Medana, Cosana and San Martin di Quisca.
My knowledge of hillside wines grew and I became increasingly convinced that “premium-quality wine is made first in the vineyard and then in the cellar”.
My plans were interrupted by the outbreak of the Second World War.
In June 1940, I was called up ... Africa, three years in Libya, a prisoner of war at Cap Bon, another three years in Scotland, defeat ... the rest is history. I am left with the scars on my memory, and on my heart.