The sun is shining over the last day of the Leicestershire Easter holidays. I’ve been sitting by the pond, having forsaken notebook, smart phone and compu...
Saturday, 20 October 2012
Autumn in the vineyards
As soon as the grapes are picked, each vine sends a message out that kills off its leaves, turning them russet in a matter of a few days. The clay soil of Tierra de Barros is covered by row after endless rolling row of these vines right now, all combined with dusks that turn a more purple hue with every night that passes. On such evenings I love heading out to the mountains and looking down on the vineyards, on the shades of gorgeous autumn. New England, eat your heart out!