We've taken advantage of a beautiful October morning by going scrumping.
To non-Brits, scrumping is stealing apples from an orchard or a garden, a popular Autumn pastime for naughty kids.
Dad's not around to reap the benefits of this year's bumper crop so we thought we'd better step in and get to the apples in his garden before the squirrels (and the yoofs) do.
It looks like I'm going to be busy in the kitchen, our own trees are laden with ripe apples, too.
These red ones are deliciously sweet.
I think I'd better get Dad's lawn mower out, our Indian Summer's caused the grass to shoot up.
|Vintage Jeff Banks W1 label blouse (Courtesy of the awesome Alex), Festival earrings and 1970s maxi (Queen Helga), Ostrich belt (20p), willow trug (50p) and straw hat (50p) all from car boot sales.|
I wonder what are the chances are of finding a cheap cider press at tomorrow's car boot sale? I could murder a pint of cider.