A day off

I am sure any readers will be as glad as I am to have a bit of a day off the floor - literally. No rest for the wicked however as in the afternoon it was our slot on the communal grape press at the camp site.
Mad dashing around our various terraces produced this collection of grapes - with a fair few left unharvested. After much squashing and pressing and bottling we ended up with just over forty litres of grape juice or for those with a more romantic and old-fashioned approach, a firkin's worth of juice.
Most we will drink but some I will use to try and make wine - Chateau Auger.