“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”

DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)





17 March 2014


The South Mount Lofty Ranges, from Williamstown, on the Barossa's southern boundary, all the way south to Cape Jervis, have has sousing rain in random patches since Saturday night, mucking up the plans of various biodynamic vignerons who'd hoped to pick with the full Moon. Some of the steeper high country vineyards are simply too wet and slippery to work today, but promises of drying breezes are encouraging. I took these photos near the Currency Creek vineyards on the Southern Fleurieu Peninsula on Saturday night.  It rained on Dot's Full Moon Party, but not on those vineyards.

It's a bit quieter in the winery, as everyone waits for the vineyards to dry. I caught Yangarra winesmiths Shelley Torresan, left, and Charlie Seppelt, sharing a schlück with Corrina Wright from Oliver's Taranga. Winemakers don't have to walk in the rain ...


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm sure the moon was put there just so that vignerons could know when to pick. Not a self deluded belief at all.