In lieu of the typical symptoms of a motorcycle or carbon-fibre frame, this is the piece of elegant powerful machinery with which I hope to impress.
It takes about 15 apples to make a litre of the finest nectar. Sounds like a limited return on net but the orchard is finally yielding hundreds of plump low-hanging fruit. I just have to get there before the wind, deer, voles and the lady of the house combine to hoover them all up. I'd have pressed the pear crop as well but I hadn't got an empty whisky miniature to spare.
To someone brought up on the heat-treated cartoned urine-juice, it has an appearance and flavour remarkably characteristic of apples, and indeed the type of apple used to make it, in this case Red Devil. All very exciting, but I suspect a venture into cider-making would be a thrill too far. Instead, I'll rev up my dehydrator and make some apple rings for an extreme muesli experience.
P.S. So much for our "driest September on record". The deficit, which stood at 281mm at the start of June, has been entirely eliminated.
Snab
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Brize
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| September |
39.8
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5.3
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| 2014 to date |
616.0
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615.3
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