Shrivelled

The grape harvest is almost over and I haven't taken a single photo of it. So here's a token bunch of grapes, well past their best. 

Harvesting is a much more discreet affair now than it used to be. The majority of vines here are now harvested by machine, so there are no more groups of Andalusian pickers in the square during the evening, playing guitars and singing. You might not even notice the harvest going on at all, if it weren't for the heady smell of fermenting grapes, the tractors on the roads, and the occasional sight of a gargantuan blue machine trundling from one vine to another.

Head-scratching work day, time for a G&T! (fewer calories than wine ...)