Grape crushing

I can't believe it is time for wine-making again, a whole year since we were last enlisted for grape crushing - with feet.  But apparently it is and last Sunday, after serving breakfast to our guests, we ambled up the donkey track to the farm where it was all happening.  Or rather, it had all happened because we were late and the whole foot stamping process had finished.  Groan ... why is it that when we think there is no hurry we turn up late and when we turn up on time or early it's a case of nothing happening for literally hours. 
Take fiestas, for example.  We have been to some where, arriving at 9 or 10 o'clock at night we are way too early. We have actually come home again before the party has even got started.  And then at another fiesta, thinking ourselves quite 'cool' arriving at 11 pm, we are far too late.  All the food has gone and in order that we do not starve to death, a Palmeran friend rushes down to the sea to collect live limpets for our delectation.
Ah well, at least on Sunday there was the car jack 'thing' still to do.  This is when the remains of the grapes are formed into a round that they call a 'cheese.'  

A rope is then wrapped around it to help hold its form - which is vital because it is about to have the last dregs of life crushed out of it.  A board is placed over the cheese, held in place by the upright arms.  Then an exact amount of blocks of wood are piled on top until they reach the car jack.  Wind it up and literally watch it go.  The last drops of grape juice that is.

 After which it is time for lunch.  I comment that perhaps we won't stay for lunch on this occasion, after all we had hardly helped at all, it is mainly a family gathering ... and lunch time in anybody's book, is hours away.  'Good grief!  Am I mad!'  It's lunch then, just fish and potatoes, I am assured. 
In fact, it is a three course affair - chick pea soup, a choice of mains - salted fish, rabbit casserole and some other unidentified casserole - various whole goat cheeses, bbq'd potatoes, gofio, mojo sauce and a choice of desserts.  Plus wine of course.  
Well ..........