I stumbled across this beautiful video by Dragan Radocaj yesterday and just had to share it.
It’s a lovely little snap shot of life in the Barossa and it really resonated with me. Something I’ve heard quite often about the Barossa.BeConsumed ad (link here if you need a little refresher) is that it’s unrealistic. “We don’t writhe around in our nighties in the dirt after lopping the head off a chicken” they say. My answer to that has always remained the same: I don’t expect to suddenly find myself in a polka dot bikini on a giant bouncy castle just because I open a can of coke (not that I would ever drink coke….). It’s an advertisement which means that it’s aspirational; it’s not a documentary. It’s designed to create an emotional response in the viewer and boy does it ever do that.
People have also worried to me that all these bright eyed tourists are going to show up from Sydney and Melbourne and be disappointed precisely because they can’t lop the head off a chicken and then sit down to an artfully arranged table in a paddock to eat it. Are we over promising and under delivering? I admit that I was concerned about this as well. The ad is gorgeous, sumptuous, evocative, sensual. It’s a big promise. But I really do think we make good on our side of the bargain. If you’re spending a few days in the Barossa I can think off the top of my head of four days worth of really special experiences – food, wine, cultural and not a single visit to the Whispering Wall among them – that will show you a slice of the Barossa good life.
And this beautiful video just goes to prove that point. There’s nothing in the video that you can’t see by spending a few hours or days wondering around the Valley. Those gorgeous shots of the lone pruner in the misty vineyards has been repeated outside our window every day for the last four months (you can ask the pruner how romantic and idyllic it all feels by the end of it as well, if you like…)
They shovel those grapes at Rockford, they putt around in those beautiful old tractors, pump overs really do look that good (you should smell them!) rote grutze really does taste that amazing, my mother in law makes amazing honey biscuits, you can go to Schultz’s Butcher, Apex Bakery, Barossa Cheese and the Farmers Market (of course) and find geniune, fresh, authentic food made by people who really care about what they do. If you’re really that desperate for a chicken you may be able to persuade me to part with one of mine.
You can head to any event during Gourmet Weekend, the Vintage Festival, at Whistler Wines, at Gibson’s Wines, at Seppeltsfield or any number of others and do the daggy one-hand-holding-my-wine-glass shuffle to amazing, world class musicians. I play kegel in die Barossa kegelbahn (established 1858) on Wednesday nights with no formality beyond “who’s bringing dinner this week?” The Barons do put on their dressing gowns and sippy cups for special occasions, you can buy a live piglet at the Ziegenmarket in Goat Square during vintage festival (heck, I almost did myself last year) and there are afternoons here where that golden light filters right down into your bones.
This Barossa at Home video is being shared all over the place on social media at the moment and the general feeling seems to be that we’re so damn lucky to live here. I think the best thing we can do is to remember that, openly share our region with our visitors and not worry so much about the nighties.
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