This is a bonus. They go about their very busy lives, making baskets and mats, tending animals and children, building, winnowing and performing all the tasks they must do to keep themselves alive. A short walk or drive from the region's eight other wineries, Warrenmang is an ideal base for indulging in things edible and potable - which for me always includes a bottle of their own Grand Pyrenees. Accommodation is in timber cottages and lodges nestled in the bush or overlooking the estate. All the rooms are simply and elegantly decorated in colors borrowed from the surrounding eucalypt scrub.
None have phones.
Or televisions - though portables are available for addicts. Warbling magpies are the only alarm clocks. Once I answered their early-morning call to see dawn's soft light washing over the vines. These choristers have, however, serenaded me on several occasions while I soaked in a vineyard-view spa after a hectic day of eating, drinking and boule tossing. Warrenmang's timber-beamed restaurant sits so near the vines that breakfasting guests can see morning dew on the grapes.