Trapped by a swollen river, two friends succumb to rising temptation.
"Will, quick! Pull in here," Katie cried, breaking the droning monotony of the off-road tyres on bitumen. I stood on the brakes and heaved my maroon Toyota Prado off the road to the right, bumping slowly onto the dirt track between the gates of a vineyard. The name on the sign seemed vaguely familiar, but all of these boutique wineries did. As we crawled up the long, winding drive, I...Read On