Bernard Van Berg (part une)

My the difference one day can make.  One I was lugging pip riddled crates & washing sticky juice from my blood tinged forefinger & the next I stepped into a peace of idyllic wine making heaven. The journey began in an altogether strange sort of station.  Cars, no people, lined the tracks, with a simple "Lyon" making the … Continue reading Bernard Van Berg (part une)

Sorting it Out on the Sorting Table

After an absolutely stunning morning out in Pommard picking, well me manning the van & ensuring no one walked away with bins while the men folk picked, we head back to the cuverie to process the grapes.  This meant lots of sorting.  Hours & hours of sorting in fact. Sorting is pretty mindless work, which … Continue reading Sorting it Out on the Sorting Table