Most of the time you pick on your knees to last fysically all week.
Klip… klip… klipklip… klip… klipklipklip efterfulgt af "Panier" eller "David".
Lydsporet er forholdsvis enkelt paa denne vinhoestens foerste dag. Den er godt nok graa, men den begynder med behagelige 11 grader og en dejlig duft af efteraar, og slutter samtidig med regnens ankomst . Arbejdet maa siges at vaere enkelt. Med en havesaks klipper vi de smaa grene over, som holder klaserne fast ved vinstokken.Druerne ryger ned i le panier, og naar den er fuld, opnaar vi saa retten til at raabe efter David, der er den ene af slaeberne.
The grapes are collected at the end of the rows by David and Alexandre.
Sammen med Alexandre toemmer han kurvene over i plastickasser med et rumfang paa 50 kilo. Seks af dem er lige et stykke over kanten af, hvad le chenillard kan klare. Det lille apparat paa larvefoedder har maal, der akkurat goer passage gennem vinraekkerne mulig, og dens lad kan klare seks fyldte kasser, hvis man er heldig. Det er gutterne noget af tiden, ellers hoster det lille baest, gaar i staa og laver andre spilopper.
At arbejde godt i raekkerne er holdarbejde. Med en god aand og den rigtige logistik glider det ganske godt. Men kurverne skal toemmes, helst lidt foer de er fulde, og kasserne ditto koeres til afhentning for at undgaa flaskehalse, og det kniber ind i mellem paa grund af larvens krumspring.
Begyndervanskeligheder eller ej. Arbejdet skrider fornuftigt frem. Gerard, der driver gaarden til daglig, henter de fulde kasser og afleverer dem paa kooperativet, der staar for presningen. Samtidig hoerer han dagens sladder. F.eks er et afmedlemmernes druer blevet afvist, fordi de har for meget sygdom. Noget, han selv konstant har foreholdt alle andre. Nu faar han saa tilbage fra samme skuffe efter loven om aktion og reaktion. Ingen regner dog vist for alvor med, at han ligefrem vil blive naegtet at aflevere og dermed gaa glip af den vaesentlige del af sin aarsloen.
Da de foerste regndraaber falder, har vi mere end til fulde plukket dagens kvota til pressen og kan koere hjem med vores oemme knae og rygge. Dagens resultat: 6800 kilo og formodede endog meget oemme laarbasser, naar solen atter staar op.
Cut… cut… cutcut… cut… cutcutcut followed by a „panier“ or „David“;
What you mainly hear on this first day of the grapeharvest is rather simple. Even the day it is grey, it starts with pleasant 11 degrees Celsius and a nice smell of wet soil that reminds of autumn. We even stop just as the first raindrops arrive. The work is easy. With a pair of scissors like those you may use in your garden, we cut the grapes where they are attached to the branch. The grapes are put in the panier and when it is full, we achieve the right to call out for David, one of two carriers.
With Alexandre he empties the full baskets in plasticboxes that contains 50 kilos. Seks of those are just a bit more than thhe chenillard can handle. This little machine on caterpillars har measures so it can just go through the rows of wine and can be loaded with six full boxes if you are lucky. Some of the time the boys have luck, otherwise the little beast coughs, stops or shows other annoying habits.
To work well in the rows is teamwork. With a good spirit and the right logistics you are pretty well off. But the baskets must be emptied preferably before they are too full, and the boxes taken to the van to avoid bottlenecks. Sometimes not easy to achieve due to the acrobatics of the caterpillar.
Beginners problems or not. The work progress well. Gerard, who runs the farm, picks up the full boxes and deliver them at the cooperative that makes the grapes to juice. This is where he hears todays gossip. For instance that one of the members of the cooperative has had his grapes , because they have too much disease. Something, this guy through the years has preached for everybody else. Now seems to be pay back time following the law of action and re-action. Nobody seems to think that he eventually will be denied to deliver thus lacking a substantial part of his yearly income.
As the first raindrops fall, we have pickede more than enough to fulfil the quota of the day, and can go home with our sore backs and legs. Result of the day: 6800 kilos and suspectedly indeed very sour thighs when the sun sets again.
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