Friday, 1 November 2013
Autumn In The Valley
I love autumn. I feel sad saying goodbye to summer, the dark mornings arrive too suddenly, replaced by marginally lighter mornings and shorter days once the clock goes back. I wanted to photograph my neighbour's grape harvest, which took place on Sunday afternoon, just before the storm. They'd invited the pickers to arrive at 3pm, forgetting about the clock change, so there was a frenzy of activity to get the grapes picked before dark. There wasn't enough light to take photos and I stupidly cut my finger on some blunt kitchen scissors. However, the vendange was successful with a record amount of grapes picked. The grapes were sent off to Carr Taylor just outside Hastings, where they are made into some very good sparkling wine. We drank some 2009 vintage with our pickers' supper in the barn, while the rain poured down outside. The chestnut crop has been abundant this year, I've picked kilos of them. It's proper slow food: I painstakingly cut a little cross on the top of each chestnut and roast them in a hot oven for 20 minutes or so, then snack on them. I haven't made sloe gin before, I've been advised to wait until the first frost, which was two days ago, and now those sloes are just saying 'pick me'.
I've headed out of the garden this week, up the valley and am linking up to Mammasaurus's How Does Your Garden Grow?