Friday 9 Oct
Harrow and
Hope vineyard, Marlow
I'd
washed 150 grape baskets before the sun came up, this morning, before I paused
to think "what the **** am I doing?
In a few weeks I'll be 70 so why am I standing here, all wet, on the top of a
hill, with the biting northeast wind removing all sense of feeling?"
The
answer is 'Wine'. It makes you do daft things … even stone cold and very
sober.
The 2015
English wine harvest is turning out to be very exciting … and addictive. For us
it started last Friday. Just back from Bordeaux, where the harvesting had
paused, it was straight back into it here at Marlow.
Thirty-five
trained pickers – and the baskets –
came thick and fast. Luckily for me, the basket cleaner – my job for all our vintages in France, then here; a minor
role but quite crucial, I feel – we had invested in a real basket washing
machine. Previously the machine was me with a Kärcher jet washer. And that was
very slow. I would still be cleaning after the others had gone home.
| Last year's basket washer |
Now we have this thing – labeled 'Tony 2.0' by a cheeky son – that looks like an
airport security ‘remove all laptops and liquids’ tunnel. So all I have to do
is put the baskets in and get very wet … but it’s progress. Very little mud,
this year. And very healthy, robust grapes so not
much sticky oozing juice, either. So super-clean fruit … from my super-clean
baskets!
I am proud
of this. It was us who introduced the notion of picking into small, clean,
washed baskets to Bordeaux. I nicked the idea off Peter Vinding Diers; a Dane,
who had got the idea from Brian Crozer. Well, if you want wine that tastes of
fruit you have to keep the dirt out.
But perhaps
I go on too much.
The
pickers pick about twice as fast as the
wine press presses. So Saturday we were at it all day finishing Friday's
grapes. A second wine press would be nice but they are rather expensive.
We only
finished on Sunday morning.
Then it
was over to Windsor Great Park for their first picking there. The Windsor fruit was superb. A lovely
day's picking in the sun with the little lake below, glittering brightly. Maybe
it is the reflected lake sunshine that helps Windsor ripen so beautifully?
There was again evidence of bird damage but we didn't actually see the hordes
of parakeets we did last year. Maybe they went back to Australia.
Monday
was another big sunny picking day at Marlow. The weather really has come good
at the crucial moment.
Wednesday 14 Oct
They tell
me the weather
is the same in
France, so they are holding back the final harvest for days there. The Cabernets
have been left to ripen, ripen, ripen. And the weather still looks good.
Jean-Marc says we are on the way to making 'Un
Monstre'; the big, black, low-tannin stuff which he knows I love … wine
which is already delicious before we even bottle it. Cabernet that looks like
it will come in super-ripe at 14.7, or so, is something he says he has never
seen before in his 26 years. I certainly haven't.
Sunday 18 Oct
We picked
Henry's last Harrow and Hope grapes an hour ago. We now have to press them,
which will take today and most of tomorrow. But a great harvest safely in is a
very nice feeling.
Yesterday,
we picked
the Pinots at tardy Wyfold. The villagers – the Wyfoldians – had signed up, ready to
go. But the
Pinots provided only a small crop. As usual, Barbara's high vineyard is taking us down to the wire and the
poor girl is back to lying awake fretting. Her vines are still a healthy green,
photosynthesising away, and she has a big leaf canopy. But the weather is
getting colder, and the days shorter. There will come a point when ripening
will stop. Her Pinots (Noir
and Meunier) were ripe enough to pick and will make good wine but the Chardonnay grapes
are still short on the sugars. Will they get there? We cannot help but keep
remembering 2007 and 2012 … when they didn't … so no wine could be made … after
a whole year's hard work!
We have netted
them against the birds. That’s all we can do … except pray, for the next week
or so.

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