|Hell's bells and frozen puddles,|
those hills haven't seen snow for fifteen years.
We also did a bit of trimming and wrapping, but today was the end of it. Of course it wouldn't feel right to close this episode without finishing in great style, so I jumped into a tank fitted with a big flamethrower and went wild on the vineyard... in my dreams.
Cold, wet, frozen
Anyway, we're glad it's over, after almost three months we're quite fed up with pruning. It's still a bit too early to start travelling around the country, so we've arranged some wwoofing (working for food and accommodation) with Mike (our supervisor) and are moving to his farm next week. I'd be lying if I said I don't look forward to the change of scenery. Hopefully his water boiler works properly.