My harvest starts in X days & I'm getting cold feet

Hannah starts to get cold feet as she starts her sixth year of harvesting - this time with a proper cellar and all!

I was attaching wood to wires in the Jura when the time-warp formally known as 2020 caught up with me. Just like that life was cancelled. Times were gravy and we cooked a lot of stock. Summer appears to have come and gone but I only noticed a few days ago when reality sucked me back out.

If you’ve never time travelled before, trust me when I say the exit is the disorientating bit. When is ‘today’? How to figure out much time has passed since you’ve been away? If you’d like to know how it feels, shut your eyes and spin a few times on the spot. Point the direction you were facing when you started. Now open your eyes.

See?

Judging by my stress levels (high), bank balance (low) and preparations for harvest (close to zero), I'd like to think I’ve been let back out where things broke off in March. That there was still time. That everything would be fine. That this year I’d feel prepared before the yeasts eat all the sugar and the grapes turn into wine.

Except there’s not, it won’t and I don’t. …