Over two days I've hand harvested several patches which were either too old or too difficult for the machine to reach and then spent time on the sorting table. The sorting table involves sitting hunched over a conveyor belt fishing out leaves, lizards, snails and anything else that one wouldn't want to find in ones cuve! The important thing with the table is not to stand up too fast at the end or you'll fall over or vomit or both, which is pretty much frowned upon.
The first day went on pretty late and culminated in a vendage party.... which included singing, rocking around the table and as the evening went on, some people even got up and danced on said table.
One of the songs appeared to be about a pig and some potatoes... and someone else told a story that seemed to involve going into the woods with some women, that no-one seemed to find at all inappropriate... it was all thoroughly surreal and I have to say I loved every minute of it.
I do wish I spoke better French though!
