“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”


DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)


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15 August 2017

ROUNDUP TIME AGAIN

After a lovely hint of spring, rain's belting down today and there are a few more days of it to come. 

This will delay budburst. 

Yesterday's warm sun saw the Shiraz over my fence beginning to fur up nicely. The vineyard crew began moving the sheep back toward their normal pastures before they discover the juicy new vine growth. 

The lambs are weaning and have all been tagged. The little rams are already head-butting each other and mounting the infant ewes. 

They've left a lovely neat sward with a complex mixture of pasture along with perfect little lumps of fertiliser.

I'll have to start mowing my own grass again, which is a bugger, but it'll be great to grow some fresh herbs and vegetables again.

 photos by Philip White

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