2018 Sing Song
November 2019. We have a cellar hand. Her name is Mel. A few nights ago, Mel helped me clean equipment, outside, until 3am. It was negative five.
Today she'll spend four hours checking through barrels then prep our pressing line for Northern Spy tomorrow.
What most impresses me isn't her humour - Mel's wicked funny - or her curiosity.
What I admire most is simple. Mel gave her mom a tour of our farm three months ago. When done, they sat in our window seat and held hands.