The rabbit nets that caused me so much unbridled joy in YITV5 made a delightful re-appearance this week, returning to inflict more pain as surely as the masked psychopath returns at the end of torture movies. This week in the vineyard we were litter-picking the nets from the mid-row aisles where they had been previously discarded. We paraded, heads bowed, behind a slow moving tractor, spearing the offending articles as we went. It was like -a feeling I'm sure you are all very familiar with – auditioning to be a harpoonist in a funeral march (see the breathlessly enthralling action...