Ton Puig every morning went to the vineyard, with the sack on his back, a mowing, a plated and his corduroy pants. Always with a smile on his face. With his eighty-five years old he never failed. The vine bearing, called Catot, was the last vineyard that was cultivated in Mura. Everyone had left the vines that only half a century ago had been so important in socio-economic life of the people.