We've had some truly atrocious weather this last week. Torrential rain pounded down, dumping several months' worth of rain over one day, so the ground was squelchy and soggy. The grapes had to be picked quickly before they started rotting in the still warm weather. I rushed out to buy some wellies as I'd thrown out all my old shoes recently and, call me vain and superficial, but I didn't fancy wrapping my shoes up to my knees in a bin bag and string.
|Domaine Puech grenache vines|
|Dinky vineyard tractor and trailer which had to be filled with grapes|
After cheese and dessert, we drove to the vineyards. The vines were heavy with multiple bunches of grapes.
|Christophe Puech's photo of me busy picking|
At the end of three hours I looked like this:
|Note air of exhaustion|
|Tractor full of 1 1/2 hours worth of picked grapes|
|Another trailer full of grapes, picked by the sweat of our brows|
The grapes were emptied into this big container and pushed through the screw that separates grapes from stalks.
|Grapes being screwed :)|
|Stalks and pips being dumped into containers|
|Vat full of fresh grape juice|
It was definitely a memorable way to spend my 51st birthday!