Spent the day grape picking for Jo’s uncle at The Duke Vineyard, down at Red Hill on the Mornington Peninsula. Lots of people there, and for the first time in memory the weather was pleasant, apparently it is normally cold and windy, with occasional rain. The hardest job of the day was lifting the netting off whole rows of grapes, walking hundreds of metres up and down the hills, with your arms above your head, alternately unhooking the netting from nails at ankle level, then disentangling it from the vines. The picking was finished by lunchtime and then got to watch as the grapes were fed into the destemming machine, a fascinating device, and then the resulting pulp being crushed and the juice extracted.
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