We picked some apples, and not all of them were for bowling or serving at the pigs.
We were almost too busy trying to nurse what grapes there were to notice the apples were early – that hot, bright spring, perfect for pollination, stuck more in the bank than the miserable summer could withdraw and almost all were ready ahead of themselves.
Almost 7 years in the ground, the apple orchard is made up largely of localish varieties including Veitches Perfection, Old Somerset Russet, Devon Quarrendon, Beauty of Bath and Luccombes Pine. A few ciders too, including Browns, Kingston Black, Fair Maid of Devon…how could you not plant a tree called Fair Maid of Devon?
We’ve had plenty of apples before, but this year as well as a houseful to eat, we* made juice too. Bloody lovely juice.
* When I say ‘we’ made the juice, I mean Four Elms Fruit Farm, not far from here.
And, if you’re wondering after watching the clip, the shitty jokes were Stu’s, the one who looks like Noko – the guitarist in Magazine.
The apples look lovely, but looks like your windscreen needs a damn good clean!! ;op
Nice sounding varieties. Just getting thinking of planting some new ones and the only one we have on that list is 'Beauty of Bath' – but 'Pen Caled' on order!
Enjoy the juice, there is nothing like it.
What a great little film, and lovely folky music too. I expected to see Billy Connolly hoving into view. Apple juice looks amazing *big eyes, i-gave-you-a-jar-of-my-damson-jam face*.
Lovely fruit but your sack labelling is very confusing. Also, I see you have chosen the Mr Bump method of harvesting apples.
Hate to admit it but this is a fine film.
Except, you accuse the poor chap of making shitty jokes without giving us the chance to judge for ourselves.
Can't be worse than the sponge finger, surely?
Love the names of those apple trees. Haven't got the space for any in the garden and annoyingly not allowed any at the allotment. Did think about trying to sneak in a stepover apple or 2 but nothing gets past the guys on the plot and don't want to incur their wrath.