The Winebarrel

Today Sweetheart and his Dutch friend bought some 400 kilo's of picked grapes from a local farmer and took that to Sweetheart's village where they have a small vine (what's to be harvested soon) and prepaired these 400 kilo's with a first hand press and stir to become wine in the coming month(s). 
Here the entrance of the winery from where the transaction with the farmer was realized.

In the eve I met my friend (who had her birthday a few weeks ago) and we got to discuss wooden winebarrels... Sweetheart and his friend ponder about buying one for their wine. She told me the story of the wooden winebarrel her ex  had bought and then wanted to cleanse it properly with seawaters. So he'd taken his wooden barrel to their cottage what's next to the beach of a small bay and he's washed his wooden barrel in the sea and left it in the surf full of water as to close the woods well and it won't leak wine later on. All well with that treatment... but he'd totally forgotten to collect his barrel the following day from the surf. And when he remembered it 10 days later when he needed it, he went back to the cottage on the beach and didn't find his wooden barrel back. Never found it back and often spoke of this hidious steeling of his wooden winebarrel... Perhaps it was stolen, perhaps the waves took it into the sea. Cretans and probably Greeks too, endulge in their stories of ill luck (what often are result of their uncareful acts / hybris)

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