Sumptuous afternoon light on the vineyard documenting #harvest for #thefarmersyear today. After a summer of far-flung adventures it's a joy to be back on the land we love, getting stuck back into homegrown projects. Here's to a good few months of winter hibernation to give us precious time to sort through the footage and get some of that writing done. .
#workinprogress #englishwine #exploretocreate #winemakers #homegrown #furrowed
Pruning is arguably the most important job of the year. You’re predetermining the yield you’ll get from the vines at harvest. It’s not 100% accurate, but it’s a very good way of measuring and managing the type of yields you hope to achieve.
I did the vendanges a few times as a teenager in the Côte d’Or and I think somewhere deep down in my conscience I always really appreciated the historical importance and nobility of growing grapes and making wine. It's a balance of hard graft, science and an almost artistic ‘feel’ for managing the vines . . .
Quiet lies upon the fields and the wood this morning. No one is 'at plough', no one is carting. One might wonder what has happened but the familiar humming noise comes up from the rickyard, and skeins of black smoke are blurring the outlines of the leafless elms. Let us walk down to the farm, for surely this means they are threshing . . .
Out on the wold the shepherd sat huddled in his hut over the charcoal stove ... A bleat roused him. At his feet by the stove lay his latest newborn, lanky and damp. He turned it over and stretched out for the bottle of warm milk. First tying the teat himself, he placed it in the lamb's mouth. Tenderly, with all the wisdom of over fifty lambing seasons, he seemed to breathe life into the inert huddled mass of legs, gently caressing the tiny body that was hardly as big as one of his own enormous hands.