SO HERE we are, hurtling towards eight years since Hollywood’s golden couple dropped the bomb that they were breaking up and where are we? Exactly nowhere.
The sticking point? Miraval, that glorious slice of country paradise in France where grapes grow plump on the vine and a sprawling chateau presides over sun-drenched lands.
It was once the scene of so much happiness, a place where the children frolicked and their parents wed in a time when love was still alive and we all dared to dream of happily ever after.
Now there’s so much bitterness it’s hard to believe those grapes that produced award-winning wines haven’t themselves
