I was a mistake. When my mother, at the age of 41, gave birth to her fourth daughter she gave the job of naming me to my 3 teenage sisters. Virginia was the winning name, but they have been calling me either Gin or Ginny ever since.

It’s only taken me 50 something years to figure out what I want to do when I grow up. How fitting that I had the perfect name for it! Our gin is distilled from grapes and grain. When I came of drinking age (18 in my native Britain) my mother always warned never to mix grape and grain (apparently to prevent hangovers!). Well, whoever listened to their mother?!