
Anyhow. This year things are looking reasonably OK. On 19th August I harvested and froze 485g (after removing from the stalks) of Seigerebbe from the house-wall plant . That one's a fairly recent addition so I wasn't expecting more from it yet. On the other hand, the newly-forming fruits on all the vines in the back garden (Boskoop Glory, Seyval and Siegerebbe) for some reason seemed to give up the ghost earlier in the season. Still, it hasn't exactly been the driest, warmest or sunniest summer on record, has it? And the less said about the Pinbot Blanc the better. It's been in at least five years now, and so far there hasn't been a sign of it flowering. Grows like mad though. I imagine it's too happy. Perhaps it wants putting in more impoverished soil?
But back to the plot. For comparison, last year I picked the Siegerebbe grapes on 2nd September. So, despite the awful summer, ripening seems to be very early. Caroline said she'd heard somewhere that all sorts of fruit is doing something similar. Odd, that. Global warming? Difficult to see how.
The Black Hamburgh (in the greenhouse) is doing particularly well this year (fingers crossed). That's it in the picture at the top of this blog, taken 19th August.
The Madeleine Angevine over the front window is also looking better this year. Again, this pic was taken on 19th August.

Next, the Boskoop Glory on the house front wall:


Here's the Brant:

Now for the big questions:
WILL THERE BE A HARVEST PARTY THIS YEAR?
IF SO, WHEN?
Well I'm determined to have a party - even if there are no grapes to pick - which there should be. It is always difficult to predict when the best time will be, because there are so many variables.
Last year I picked what there was on 15th October. I get the feeling it will be earlier than that this year. It would be awkward to have it any later as I'm due to go to China on 19th October! Well at least the day of the week and time are fixed: a Saturday afternoon. That way I get the Sunday to complete the necessary wine-starting processes.
Last year, of course, there were no green grapes to speak of, and no harvest party, as Caroline had her birthday ceilidh instead. But there were black grapes, which I dealt with single-handedly! I got four gallons of wine, the third of which I'm currently drinking.
It looks good. And it don't taste 'alf bad either (hic!). I'm just bottling it as and when I think about it. The final gallon is still in its demijohn. If your'e lucky there might be a drop left for tasting at the "do".

Cheers!