But harvest begins, 2011 vintage underway.
Today we picked our first grapes, in the lower Riesling block, clone 195.
The boys took about 3 tons of pretty fruit, despite 5 mls of rain last night.
No casualties: the rules are that the first player to self inflict a cut with secateurs has to shout a beer that night. This leads to very careful work, most of the staff have at least some Scottish ancestry. The Proprietor however, got a wasp tangled up in his barnet, and suffered multiple stings on the top of the noggin. "Hurt like hell." (Horse's mouth.)
What is it with the animal kingdom just now? The Proprietor still grumpy and sore, and shouting noone at all.
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