THE DAY WE ME GRAVNER they’d fallen out of love with him; “Gravner e pazzo!” (blah, blah, blah) but we didn’t know… we only wanted to meet him. It was a complicated and somewhat convoluted process too. Direct contact had failed. Our faxes - this was still the days of faxes – were met with only silence from the hill above Gorizia. And so, meeting the legend had been consigned to the too-hard basket. A little earlier, a year or so before, there had been the crazy drive down the Tuscan coast. Through the Cabernet soaked hills of Bolgheri, down to the Maremma and the… read more.