“I saw my first ever vine (which is weird considering how much I drink from what they produce)”
It’s my niece’s birthday and Mayweather is fighting MacGregor and I wanted to surprise my mum because I’ll be doing harvest over her birthday.
Jobs for the week: get on with revising for my wine theory resit in December, detail what I’m doing when I head back to France, not get too drunk when I watch the Mayweather fight. Or revise and detail, anyway.
Also I need to take in how cool that was, digest it and get my head straight for harvest.
I saw my first ever vine (which is weird considering how much I drink from what they produce), worked on my first vineyard, drove my first tractor, visited three first-growth, drank wine directly from a tank taller than me and bought wine out of a bloody petrol-pump. I drove through three wine regions, discovered countless new appellations, published 17 blogs, travelled 1300 miles and built a swing.
I’m off. Revision to do and three harvests to plan.
After the break: a sore back and my first vintage. The 2017.