Autumn or Fall as it is called in the northern hemisphere (which I happen to think is a much more romantic name) has arrived amongst the grapevines. The seemingly endless rows are burnishing their post-harvest golds as far as the eye can see…the burnt umber, oranges, rusts, reds, browns and yellows, a touch of defiant green, go on forever it seems until finally ending at the shadowed foothills in the distance. Fall amongst the grapes. A field of golds. A sight to take your breath away.