With Nigel Hopkins
Many of my favourite haunts are on the Fleurieu, including our own vineyard Yacca Paddock where I’m building a hide in the bush for my grandson Isaac.
It’s a folly, which, like Rome, may never be finished – just across the valley from Geoff Hardy’s K1 winery with Bernadette on the cellar door.
At Port Elliot you want for nothing. One of the great bookshops is Sara’s South Sea Books, where the aromas of fresh print and coffee form a blend that ought to be illegal it’s so intoxicating.
When we’re relaxing at our beach house, I look no further than Flying Fish at Horseshoe Bay for fish and chips (though the Stirling Hotel in the Adelaide Hills is a good rival, where we have a family dinner most weeks).
My morning bike ride takes me along the coast to the welcoming reward of Bombora Cafe on the beach at Goolwa, where Kerry and I may linger over a great breakfast or dinner at Olaf’s gem of a location.
Much of my pleasure around the city also happens on my bike, a carbon-framed marvel, light as a snakeskin.
Often I drop in to Hey Jupiter for Christophe’s baked eggs or unsurpassable sandwiches. Inside, you’re in Paris – outside it’s Ebenezer Place, crammed with other essential delights that I like to browse such as Treadly’s very individual bike store.
For gelati, I do a weekly ‘Tour de Cibo’ on our bikes with Artie, another I’m proud to have call me Grandpa.
My bike is kept in great shape by Peter Giessauf at International Cycles in Stepney, when he’s not busy attending to champions on the real Tour.
For takeaway, I can’t go past the construction kit for pho soup from Café Saba, with bouquets of basil and coriander, chilli and slivers of rare beef to add to the broth.
Eating out with family, friends and colleagues is always a pleasure at The Pot on King William Road.
It succeeds at the seemingly impossible: a snug and comfortable atmosphere powered by vibrant, youthful energy, with a great kitchen and excellent service.
It transforms from sophisticated night dining to airy, fresh breakfast with doors folded back, newspapers and more coffee.
For casual drinks and an excellent bar menu, I get together with friends at The Apothecary on Hindley Street … for medicinal purposes only, of course.
Cinema outings tend not to involve the bike so much, but I devour the offerings of Palace/Nova (very civilised, with their ‘Epic’ glass of wine designed to get you and your thirst through Lawrence of Arabia.) Then there’s the fabulous Mercury with Glenys Rowe’s brilliant programming.