​Diary of a dream – part 15

I’ve never been so happy doing the washing up. 

It was sheer joy – after a couple of hours outside in the vineyard – to put my hands in a bowl of warm water and scour off dried porridge oats. 

I’d picked the wrong week for my pruning trip to Jeruzalem in Slovenia (see picture below). The snow was too thick and overflowed into my wellies. The temperature was down to -20 °C at times – almost low enough to freeze the...