Friday, 8 November 2013
I trudged along the rows between the vines turning over clumps of grass and weeding around the vine itself. It was an arduous task as the clods of earth were heavy but there were a lot of volunteers so the job moved along quickly. My feet were sinking in the mud and bothersome midges kept flying up towards my face. My wellington boots were heavily laden with mud and I felt like a spaceman walking in slow motion.
Alongside the hedgerows there were some huge parasol mushrooms. One volunteer took them home to cook and to try to grow some more by planting in his garden. Sloe berries peppered the foliage with their deep jewel like colour - I must remember to collect some one day and turn into the sloe gin that I have acquired a taste for.
The next day I awoke to find a huge dome shaped lump on my leg with a bright red patch in the middle. I think a gnat was the culprit but have no idea how it penetrated a thick pair of jeans worn under a dress! A few people had mentioned that they were getting bitten at the vineyard and I guess that gnats were drawn to the bog like conditions. Hazard's like this are all part of working in the great outdoors! A small price to pay when there are so many riches to be gained from doing so.