The best things come in fours

Plus fours, petit fours, four visits to the vineyard in less than four months.

The sound of the strimmer roared into life just before 8am this morning.

That was probably a bit earlier than the mountain residents had expected, but I needed the cool precious early hours to get it all done.

Believe it or not, this is the After shot.  The vines are growng well. But not fruiting.