A chronicle of our preposterous journey to grow wine grapes and make wine in the west of Ireland, where the mountains come down to the sea along the Wild Atlantic Way.
Thursday, 24 October 2019
Vineyard haiku
It rained all day yesterday. So I wrote a vineyard haiku.
The vines are drooping
From massive onslaught of rain
Battering their spines
Hmmmm. Maybe it's the start of a climate change collection.
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