I have now been in the wine industry for over 33 years, one of the dinosaurs of Western Australian
Wine Industry, sometimes kindly known as 'pioneer'.
It all began way back in the 1975, after years of wondering around the globe my late husband Ian
decided it was time to settle down and head home. Ian was born and breed in Brookton, WA so
was keen to come back. I was originally from Victoria and willing to settle anywhere. Only problem
was that we were broke from traveling and job prospects for computers programmer like myself
and computer test engineers like Ian in those days were none existed in WA. So we move to
Melbourne for work and to save for our dream which at that stage was only that we would like to
bring up our children in the country WA. After about a year we met Ian's mum in Adelaide. She was
visiting her parents but had been given a mission of finding out what was happening in WA, what
industries were emerging etc. So over a nice curry and a good red, the first idea of going into the
wine industry emerged.
So we went back to Melbourne, our jobs, with a mission to find out all we could about grapes,
wines, growing conditions of the wine industry. We had a good friend John Purbrick from Chateau
Tabilk who inspired us to follow this dream, giving us lots of information about grape clones etc. His
son Alistir had done a feasibility study as part of his studies showing us how in time our fortune
could be made. He too, was young and naive and of course then there was no huge taxes on wine.
Ian and I did a wine education course with Ian Higginbottom who became a close friend and
influenced us to grow Muller Thurgau. The wonderful thing about the people in the wine industry
they are always willing to share their knowledge and experiences. The next stop was the Ag. Dept
and CSIRO who were happy to answer all the weird and wonderful questions we had. I think all
just got caught up in our enthusiasm- the old Aussie 'have a go' principle.
So in 1976 we drove across the Nullabor to WA for three week holiday with a contoured map Ian
had spent months on showing the last frost line, rainfall, average temperatures etc. We met up with
Ian's brother Malcolm who was a geologist, a couple of shovels and off we drove to Margaret River
then to Mount Barker digging holes. Ian use to say it was amazing the south west didn't leak like a
sieve with the amount of holes we dug. Finally we found the ideal place that fitted all the
parameters. A beautiful block with perfect depth of gravel to clay base, good aspect weather
wise, even a bitumen road. The down side which did not show up later, was the lack of water
catchment. In those days vineyards were not irrigated. When we did put in an irrigation system in
the early 1980's we found we did have enough water. So we just accepted that we would be a dry
grown vineyard and got on with it.
Anyway after buying the property we headed back to Melbourne, to our jobs, to our studies,
excited and full of enthusiasm as the first step of our dream completed. Next was to save as much
money as we could for step two - quitting our jobs and moving back. This would take 12 months.
All our friends were shocked, some horrified that we would leave good paying jobs and start this
insane idea of growing grapes and making wine out in the sticks, isolated from everyone and
everything we knew. With lots of theory but no practical experience, half cocked, the kind of thing
you do when you are young with stars in your eyes.
It's 1977, now jobless, we have driven back to WA, this time I am 4 months pregnant. We had our
furniture sent over by truck. After arriving in Perth we met up with Malcolm again. We arranged to
get Ian's dad's truck, a 4 ton tip truck, picked up our furniture and drove to our block in Mount
Barker. First reality check. The property came with an old house. When we were looking over the
place, I said to Ian 'have you seen inside that house' his reply was 'we are buying the land not the
house. Besides we will not be in it long'. Eight years was seven years to long! When my dad, a
builder came over I asked him what I could do about the house as I could see that it would not be a
short term. He threw me a box of matches and just grinned. Anyway in the year we were working in
Melbourne we rented out the house and of course came back to it being totally trashed. Shocked,
emotional and lots of tears so Ian said we could keep driving to Albany and stay at his parents
house. But I knew if we had done that we would find it hard to come back and this was what we had
chosen so we needed just to accept it and get on with it.

To be continued........