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Quality cool climate wine from the Orange wine growing region in New South Wales, Australia

Bloodwood Wine Press

So here’s the thing. It’s been dry before and it will be dry again.

Stephen Doyle

What is so different this time round? Why has the proverbial hit the fan across such a wide area of Eastern Australia from NW Queensland to SE New South Wales. As you can see from the graph of our Bloodwood rainfall, we are going through a dry period in what is normally the dress circle of agriculture around Orange. It’s not quite as dire as the millennium drought yet, but the rainfall trends are similarly worrisome.

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When you look at it, a satellite dish nesting precariously over a swamp is probably not worth a comment.

Stephen Doyle

I mean, there must be thousands of swamps around the world, and we are all witness to the fecundity of the Common Rufus Mounted satellite dish so it was only a matter of time before one of similar specifications found a nesting site over our particular swamp. (Mind you, this mother was a big bird, and reports are that its offspring could be heard all over Australia and half of Asia.)

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The dogs are barking at Rosewood Winery. Bill Chambers leaves the cellar door visitor with the distinct impression that he is one of the genuine gentle men of the Australian wine scene.

Stephen Doyle

The dogs are barking at Rosewood Winery. Bill Chambers leaves the cellar door visitor with the distinct impression that he is one of the genuine gentle men of the Australian wine scene. There is a quiet grace about the man which is in no need of promotional airs. The winery itself is a rambling organic assemblage of rusting tin sheds which haven't changed much over the last twenty years. There's been the odd addition of a tasting shed complete with storage areas while the new generation of underfed and undefended feral cats seem to be more paranoid than usual.

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Forget about Eisenmeyer's Swine Science in dowdy old hard-covered tomes published in some backwoods mid-west State of fly-over America and read on.

Stephen Doyle

Once upon a time there was a swine with strange habits. You see, he really didn't want to be a pig, so all the long day he would peer through the dirty claustrophobic bars of his particular sty, and dream of being a classical ballet dancer, with classical non-cloven hooves and an ever so delicate elegance of gait. And, what's more, he'd practice. Every evening after the last late bucket of swill was splashed into his grubby little trough, he'd surreptitiously tip-toe about his peculiarly smelly sty, perched on his hind trotters imagining, for all the world, that the dung passage sliming dimly in the yellow, incandescent light along the front of his grimy little sty, was a bank of spot lights, and the slats of his ugly, dangerous floor, the firm, strong, clean, safe stage of Madison Square Garden itself.

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He ist from Denmark and iz harving troubles with "arnimarles".

Stephen Doyle

And iz harving troubles with "arnimarles". According to Christian, who is but one of approximately five million Danes in Denmark but a very comfortable majority of Danish types at the excellent Reynolds Yarraman vineyard in the wild sandstone country of the Upper Hunter,"dees arnimarles are dicking holes in de vinyard and causing de tracator to overflip ven hitting at speed... oh yeas, and dees arnimarles are vombats wit dicking claws actif in de vinyard arose after sundown". How can you Australians tolerate such arnimarles and der dicking holes all over de place and zo on.


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Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

Stephen Doyle

Your typical crab is basically a pair of ragged claws; an armor-plated, hard-shelled and spiky sort of a conveyance which spends quite a bit of its day keeping quite extensive areas of its thorny profile low in a protectively subdued type of environment quite close to, or preferably beneath the surface of all things. It rarely goes out at night, but when it does, it is more likely to be moving decisively but suspiciously sideways, particularly if physically or emotionally challenged.

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