Or maybe I should say: swanning around while other people pick coffee?
Look Tilly, the magic of nature, coffee beans growing inside coffee cherries.
Dad's mates a.k.a fabulous ring-in coffee harvesters!
Child labour. Rotten, I know.
Yep, that's my Dad dancing. Or doing some kind of heel-toe coffee jig.
Don't ask me, I'm only related to him.
I tell ya though, the man grows wonderful coffee.
Hand picked, hand processed, hand roasted.
That's some good bean.