Never a dull day.
It was one of those spooky mornings where the fog was thick and unrelenting. A morning where it was impossible to tell which way the weather would turn. Alas, not a day to do laundry as we still haven't converted our bathroom into a laundrette with stuff hanging and drying everywhere...but that blissful state will be with us for the next few months until April.
This morning took me to Hannersdorf for some extra lessons and driving there was not for the faint of heart. A triple whammy...thick fog, forest road with deer ahoof and fast oncoming traffic but I made it there safe and sound. After my lessons it was back to Eisenberg because today we were pressing the red wine. Three big vats of red wine maische, as this vintage is a fabulous and abundant one. Can't wait to drink it next year because honestly, the mere aromas wafting up at me were as divinely red wine-ish as one can get. 2018 will be a merry year!
The pressing had started just after nine and I couldn't get there before eleven. A change of shoes, a change of thought and on with the pressing. Pressing wine is a lot of work which essentially means heavy lifting and heavy twisting but it is so worthwhile as it usually is a family affair, a time to catch up, a time to laugh and a time to reminisce about my uncle who was part of our wine activities but who now is watching us ( and perhaps laughing at our antics ) from a celestial chair with a glass of wine in hand.
It is a privilege to be able to help make wine even if it is a lot of hard work. Everyone can appreciate a good glass of wine, but very few get a glimpse behind the scenes and a true understanding of how precious a bottle of wine really is...