Had good luck with trains, and got from London to Dijon yesterday. This morning I took a bus from Dijon to Gevrey Chambertin, and then walked from there to Vosne Romanée.
As we were passing through Marsannay it looked like the vendange was in full swing, quite a lot of crews out, it felt very bustling. By contrast, walking through Gevrey Chambertin, Morey St. Denis and Chambolle Musigny I was struck by how very still and silent it was, nothing but crickets or the odd bird to be heard. I didn’t see a soul out in the vineyards, though someone must have been picking somewhere – as I passed through Morey St. Denis I stopped to watch two men working. They had a sort of dump-truck full of white grapes, tipped up and dumping them into a pan on the ground, from whence the grapes seemed to be getting riddled into a big pipe which led into a cave. I have a habit of putting my hand to my mouth, I think one of the men misunderstood the gesture – he blew me a kiss! Nothing if not friendly, these Burgundians!
Once I was near the Chateau du Clos de Vougeot there were a few folks beginning to harvest – some in Eschezaux, some in Clos de Vougeot, south of Anne’s vines, and also in the villages vineyards directly south of Clos de Vougeot. There were also some pockets of activity scattered throughout the Nuit Saint Georges vineyards north of that village. Mostly clear day, was cloudy around noon (for which I was grateful, toiling along with my pack), otherwise warm sun on cool air and a fair breeze.
This taken from the top of Clos des Ruchottes in Gevrey Chambertin (forest at my back). At the bottom of these rows of vines you can see the foot path – beyond it would be Mazis Chambertin, so looking east from a point southwest of the village. I know God is an Englishman, but certainly he must have connections to Burgundy.