As soon as we flew over northern Spain, the tell tale signs were there. Tired and slightly worse for wear after the previous night’s celebrations I was woken but a few sharp jolts. Turbulence. This always means unsettled weather and as we descended into Lisbon through tall cloud formations we landed in a deluge. The weather broke on Sunday morning with a heavy, but fortunately not damaging, thunderstorm. Driving up to Portalegre there were spectacularly threatening clouds. We had been picking Syrah / Viognier during the day and, at 4.30pm just as the last cases of grapes were being loaded on to the tractor the heavens opened again. The forecast is not good and it looks as though we are heading for a stop-start vintage this year.