We continue living the good life in the Tamar wine region, and with less than a month left on our Australian visas, doing our best to make it all count. We work during the week at a variety of vineyards, doing stupid-long shifts of grape picking with 10 minute breaks. On weekends, we hang out with friends, ook up feasts, and drink a lot of delicious wine.
Sometimes after work, we swim laps here.
Picnic lunch on the hill above Dalrymple vineyard.
Being friends with people who work at wineries also has perks! We attend Shakespeare in the Vines at Delamere to see A Midsummer Night’s Dream and a music festival at Josef Chromy, to see a lot of Australian bands I’ve never heard of . . .
Viv makes chicken pot pie.
J at Batman Bridge.
Lots of love!
C and J
We’ve settled into life in the Tamar River Valley.
And have begun working steadily. Above, Leland at Paper Head Point.
Les vendanges! Or, as its called in Australia, picking season! We’re with a picking crew of about 15 going to various wineries in the region as things ripen. The crew is entirely French backpackers and one carful of Asians, most of whom have pretty limited English. And us!
Other adventures include weekend hiking and rock climbing trips with some newfound friends!!
Said newfound friends atop Mt Arthur. We’ve infiltrated a clique of winery cellar hands in for the vintage, a mix of French, Canadian, and two Aussies. We have Sunday dinners every week for which J gets to cook in a real kitchen, with a real oven.
C hangry and pouty after bush bashing for hours through nettles along what was meant to be a “15 minute walk trail”, on our way to climbing. Shortly before beasting a 20!
Lots of love!!
C and J