Was it Lucille Ball and the grapes?

When I lived in Cambridgeshire September was the month for sitting patiently behind the beet lorries as they trundled through the country lanes on their way to the sugar refineries. In Pinoso it's tractors loaded with grapes headed for the bodegas

Geoff, a pal, told me that he'd seen one of this group of pickers wearing buckets on his feet to push the grapes down into the trailer.