In the back garden, there is a grapevine. We inherited it when we moved, and to this day we have no idea whether it is a dessert grape or suitable for wine making slash eating. Only that they don’t taste particularly nice! The year before last I did manage to get a litre of juice out of them. Ma’s harvested this years crop; pops has hacked it down to its base. A yearly ritual that allows the vine to sprawl with vitality in our south facing garden.