Must

A huge trailer-load of grape skins (must) left over after wine-making outside one of the domains on the outskirts of the village. They'll be put back on the ground in the vineyards as fertiliser.

A grey morning with little cheer except the smell of fermenting grapes being turned into wine which permeates the air around all the villages here at this time of year. That promise, and a night of music and food and wine, of course, with friends to look forward to tonight.