Pruning at this time of year is idyllic – fresh, crisp mornings with wisps of low cloud, warm balmy afternoons and an untypical stillness in the air. But this is the usual enthusiasm in the first couple of vineyards - 55,000 vines later it may not be the same story.
Mum and Dad arrived this week to help top prune my old vines – the invaluable preparation before the 'skilled' labour go in and leave just the right amount of buds to ensure a healthy harvest through gale force winds, frosts and the greedy wild boar.
Here are a couple more photos, the good ones taken by my Uncle Ed who has also come to join in the family prune!
