Not much blogging today; we’ve just got back from a family day out.
We went to visit some friends who live in a converted falconer’s lodge in the middle of Salisbury Plain. It’s a rural idyll, or would be if they weren’t almost entirely surrounded by a military training area.
Anyway, they have a small apple orchard and every year around this time they make cider. It won’t be ready until the spring, but today we picked, pulped and juiced enough apples to make nigh on five gallons of the stuff. We’d have reached the ten gallon mark but we had to stop for Sunday dinner. By the time we’d finished eating (and drinking some of last year’s cider) none of the grown-ups felt like doing very much.
I don’t know whether it’s the cider or all that fresh clean country air, but I’m bushed and just about blogged out.
Back tomorrow.