Everything is ready for the arrival of the first cuttings. Lee and Chris (shown here with poly tunnel, planting boxes and dirt at the ready) will be callousing them at their Killiecrankie nursery just around the corner at Glengarry. Now all we need is to take the cuttings, starting this week, and atempt to avoid severe rsi in the process. I will talk about variety and clonal choices in a later blog but, needless to say, the decision process has been long and involved.
Soil results have finally turned up (click the link above) and were definitely worth waiting for. Incredibly, all measurements are within the acceptable range with no recommended adjustments. I was particularly keen to see the calcium:magnesium ratio at 5.5:1 which, while considered a little high for ground crops, is perfect for grapes and should ultimately assist with good skin structure and phenolics. Very excited now at the prospect of planting late this year.
The poplar cuttings collected last Spring have now made it into the ground. One day I hope they will form a beautiful southern boundary to the vineyard. I confess they are purely aesthetic and not planted as a windbreak as the prevailing winds are from the NW. However, planted on the opposite side of the property, they would have cast shade over the vines when fully grown.
One of the things I am most grateful for is the plentiful supply of water in our two dams. There however it had to stay until now when we finally got the power hooked up to the pump house. The first things to benefit will be the olives, saved from the original plantation and now situated around the front dam. Next will be the (soon to be) majestic row of populars destined for the southern boundary of the vineyard.
Good soil is forgiving, bad soil is difficult to put right and the wrong soil is wrong forever. While I had a good idea what was underneath from previous pedology reports, I was still keen to have another look at it after discing. With Rob Lee, the soil man from Serve-Ag, we dug 3 small pits at different heights around the vineyard and were very happy to find well-drained, friable soils and no clay pans down to 2 or 3 spade depths. Now a slightly less nervous wait for the soil tests to come back.
This moment has been a long time coming…it’s difficult to say how long. Maybe since I arrived in Tasmania for my first vintage in 1994, maybe from earlier vintages in France, maybe even from my first wine job as a 20 year old cellar rat when I was first shown the magic inside a truly great bottle of wine. The truth is, many of the significant moments in my adult life have been marked by great wine; from places like this, from people with the same dreams as me. My hope is that one day, others will connect important moments in their life with a bottle of wine they once drank from here, from me, from my dream.