At 11.59am – the internationally accepted end of the working day – my portable telephone melodies. Caught off guard, I uncharacteristically answer the thing, from which comes a chirpy invitation: ‘Any chance of a spot of lunch, Benny boy? My shout!’ It’s Tony Parkinson, former advertising bigwig and now vigneron, Penny’s Hill, in McLaren Vale.
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