By Ella Lawrence
Harvest is now officially officially over. I know I've been saying this for a few weeks, but now there is absolutely nothing left for me to do in the cellar. It's been a gradual weaning-off, from the 9-hour days that left me covered in sweat and grape juice and shaking muscles to the 5-hour days that involved a lot of time spent selecting the perfect CD to play as I topped barrels (Billy Bragg & Wilco's Mermaid Avenue). Also weaning myself from the necessary 3,000 calorie d
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