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A fine romance
21st September 1979, Page 43
21st September 1979
Page 43
Page 43, 21st September 1979
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Devoted as I am to the Perkins diesel engine, I am slightly disillusioned by the information that it is supplying the motive power for Australian grapeharvesting machines.
There was I, romantic fool, picturing sun-tanned, darkhaired peasant girls tenderly picking the velvet-skinned grapes, later to pulp them with bare, dusty, rhythmic feet.
What is the horrible truth? Mechanical monsters straddle the vines, shaking off and then catching the fruit and clearing it of leaves or debris. Then they lift the grapes over the next row of vines, where they are deposited in a bulk carrier.
It is a rustic scene to picture as you savour your next glass of Australian plonk.