What my family calls Gran’s Grapes. She is actually my Great Gran. Before she passed away, she had lived in Thornbury since the 30s, and had this vine growing on her fence that had grapes, so delicious. After she passed, my uncle grabbed clippings and started growing them up at his house in Doreen. They’ve been thriving lately.

Yesterday, he gave us each a bag of grapes from those vines. Each bag is like a good 1kg, and he has 7. Said he has more at home still too.

They are the most delicious grapes I’ve ever had, nothing at the shops has come close. We are still trying to work out what type they are, but honestly I’m just glad to have some. They remind me of Gran.

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