Meet Fern of the Vine


“Hi, my name is Fern and I am a serial killer.”

Many people, on meeting me for the first time, like to remark that my parents must have a sadistic sense of humour to have given me such an unusual, yet beautiful name. You would think, with a name like Fern, that I would have been supernaturally endowed with a keen green thumb. Alas, this is not the case. Over the years I have senselessly murdered hundreds of shrubs, trees, seedlings and pot plants. I either over water, underwater, forget to water – you get the picture. This is the reason my husband has banned me from all things gardening related which suits me just fine because thankfully, I can leave the cultivation of grapevines and creation of excellent wines up to the viticulture and oenology professionals – which just leaves the drinking up to me.

You see, I am a self-confessed oenophile – and I have never, nor will I ever, seek professional help for my condition. Travel, food and wine are a match made in Fern heaven and there is nothing better when journeying to new locations, near or far, to taste and experience the local cuisine and the fruit of their vines.  However, the beauty of wine is that even if you cannot afford to travel too far, you can still enjoy the experience in the comfort of your home, being transported to another realm while savouring a new bottle of wine from somewhere in the world, paired with a suitable meal and some charming company.  I am no wine snob nor am I an expert. I am just an ordinary working wife and mom on an endless mission to find the next exceptional wine (hopefully at a bargain price) and if you’re fortunate, I may share my discoveries with you and boldly drink what no wine writer has drunk before. Hic!