However, I did have a few contributions from other thirsty friends.
So the easiest part was drinking the wine, the hardest part was cutting the corks in half with good old Mr Stanley Knife (good workout for the triceps) and I used an old box canvas as the base.
Such a pity that these days most bottles of wine have screw tops which it has to be said are much less hassle to open. No more rumaging among the kitchen utensils for that elusive corkscrew but there is something quite ceremonious and thrilling about drilling down into the cork, then the welcome sound of the cork popping to announce the arrival of the most tastiest of beverages. Am loving my new corkboard so much it seems a pity to cover it up with notices, appointments, calendars and invitations. It deserves to be displayed unhindered like an artwork which means I will just have to get on and make another one. Cheers to the next 112 bottles!