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Crackling ...
I sit and gaze out at the grapevine.
The colours are turning on the leaves, the sun warms the oranges and reds but this year has failed to swell the fruit so we are let off wine making duty.
Around me the wine and conversation flows easily. It’s quite a gathering with people returned from New York and, more close to home, back from their first week in work.
I wonder just where this year has gone as we try to decide who will be where for Christmas.
