I fly out to Perpignan on Sunday morning. Considering the work ahead, it's quite funny that my main cause for concern in the lead up to harvest is how best to get from my small corner of West London to Stansted. I visualise the route and assign each section (tube, Stansted Express, bag drop, security, whisky purchasing, snack at the least shite airport food stall) its own bit of time in order to work out how early I have to leave the house. It's good training for a month or so of ridiculously early mornings to come. 

I haven't booked a return flight this time. I'll be back, I'm sure. I just don't know when.

In the meantime, there will be updates from vintage, with pictures and misadventures described in full. I have quite a lot of writing to do, so we'll see how it all pans out. 

If you haven't yet, could you *please* support my latest project, In Cathedral's Shadow. It's now 70% funded! So close! I won't have time to pester folks whilst making wine, so will be relying on help from everyone to see it over the finish line. 

Vines in the hills behind Banyuls, from Vintage 2015