Welcome to the 2017/2018 season. Starting slowly, cool and dry. Our 2016 wines are selling well and nearly out of the huge 2015 Pinot Noir. See our facebook and News page on this blog.
Sept 2017, Biodynamic brew including horn manure, manure concentrate, fermented Equisetum, seaweed concentrate and molasses. Stirred for 1 hour to absorb cosmic energy and sprayed out when the moon and saturn are in opposition
Please click on Bellbrook News for latest pics and report on recent harvest
OUR 2016 VINTAGE IS VERY PROMISING AND NOW IN THE BOTTLE…
Spring 2015. we have had a great start to this years crop. No frost since budburst at the end of October and the new regime of hard pruning seems to suit our 12 year old vines. I have put up a new post called “Crossing the Divide” which has a collection of my poetry up to 2014…
Winter 2015. The wine is gently maturing in tanks and barrels and pruning will start soon. We have been pouring wine at Crago Mill in Bathurst as well as the Royal Bathurst Show. We recently celebrated 200 years since Governor Macquarie’s visit to Bathurst in 1815 with a new flag raising on the banks of the river and a night market with food and wine on sat 9th May. We had queues waiting to buy glasses of our wine and other regional vignerons to celebrate the illumination of the city.
Pictures below at 4pm prior to the crowds
Summer 2015, The crop is coming along. Hopefully friends will line up for the Harvest after Easter.
Please look at the Bellbrook News Page for the results of the National Cool Climate Wine Show. The judges liked our 2013 wines at the public tasting see picture below.
George Clark, emerging poet and winemaker.
Sophonisba dreaming of Bellbrook Friends
Bellbrook Friends Winery License No LIQW880014522
Winetasting and visits by appointment ,P O Box 57 Oberon NSW 2787 Australia.
O for a muse of fire that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention….will shakespeare
Many a ricketty old son of a gun, on the tides of the future tossed
will tell of battles that were really won, that history says were lost….henry lawson
A Moment In Time
The old kooradgi of the Gundungarra
watched the determined pale men
cutting a swathe through the country
unchanged since the serpent and the quoll
stopped fighting in the Burragorang.
The language of science and conquest
brought the shadow of the English king.
Scarlet and blanco strapped soldiers
walked on cliffs above layers of time,
Triassic floods, carbon swamps,
stone lifted and carved by the weather.
The country of his mind was being written
with the surveyors brass eye, bringing
latitude and longitude, heading west,
explorers, soldiers and convicts clearing
away the voice and spirit of the land.
For rum, emancipation and tickets of leave
the road builders dug and blasted their way
through the sighing of trees, the voices
of birds, the trickle of water holes
and the fear and sadness of people.
A moment in time the earth tilted forever.
The sentry staring through the firelight
musket in hand, whistle in mouth
the liturgy in his pocket with his
commission meaning little here.
No walls, no fences, endless country,
dingo howl swallowed by the stars
brittle gums dropping branches
smoke from unseen fires.
as if it was all the same like air.
Missing the point about belonging
to the place that nurtured, totem
animals, the murmuring of streams,
sunlight and shade, the shelter of caves
the sky turning overhead.
But land was given away, inns built,
and once the women came, somehow
he knew, these unforgiving pioneers
and their children were going to stay.