Wwoofing in Wine Country
March 3rd 2009 Our approach to the Awatere Valley was a twisty trip along a narrow licorice ribbon road that entwined itself about the main south railway line around successive folds in the hills. These hills were of ochres, yellow and sand hues, their dry stalks of yellowed grass waving in the in hot noon breeze. The extreme dryness of the hillsides was a stark contrast to a sea of well-watered grapes that spre
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