The grapes are very small, about the size of a pea, but I thought I should make use of them somehow. On my first excursion I picked six pounds.
After all that picking my hands looked liked I'd been taking part in a massacre.
I also went into the orchard and harvested this year's apple crop. Only five pounds of apples, but better than nothing!
For my first attempt, I just used the grapes. It didn't go well. I got to the straining-the-juice part, balancing the hot cooked fruit in some repurposed hosiery over a big bucket:
Then, under a second later, the precariously-balanced colander collapsed into the bucket with an almighty splash, leaving my kitchen floor and cupboards as further evidence of a terrible, bloody crime. Since I was standing there with camera in my hand, I recorded the scene.