'Pump Lane' as a name for a vineyard is worrying Kaye. But that's where it is.
Today it looks like a vineyard at last. But also like some sort of shiny array designed to pick up signals from deep space. Several kilometres of wiring. But the baby vines are up and climbing. Waist high, some. Next year they'll be all over it.
See his blog. Encourage him to blog more often. He can write it from his tractor.
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