Life has moved on for the wunderkind winemaker. His boat seems to be gathering dust, lying abandoned on the shores of Lake Dunstan. Instead, like Mr Toad, he has been seduced by the glories of the air. Revelling in his new found freedom as a pilot, he undoes all the careful environmental work of the week in a cloud of Avgas each weekend.
Significantly, not many of the team have been shouting for a slot in the passenger seat. Perhaps when there are more landings in the logbook than vintages, there will be more enthusiasm?