Inside the cars, no one seems to notice. There is laughter, idle gossip and the warmth of friendship.
By the time they reach their third winery, there is already a glow in the cheeks of the drinkers. And while they sample the flavours of the Hunter Valley, their laconic, good humour becomes contagious.
A young couple, not attached to the group, is caught in a sentimental kiss. Promptly, they are loudly teased by the cellar door staff. All attention shifts to the pair and their embarrassment. Soft giggling peters out as patrons return to their conversations but the mood remains lighter for the distraction.
Outside, the sky becomes more leaden. Rain looms and the lone tree that supervises the manicured lawns of the vineyard sullenly watches it approach, jealous of the merriment it can hear.
Oblivious to the advancing front, the company delights in its good fortune and forgets the stresses left behind at the end of the working week.
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