Thursday, 8 October 2015
I love apples
I love apples and eat LOTS of them and cook with them regularly. I love having my own apple trees on our plot, and being able to lay down a store of apples for the winter. I picked the best part of this year's rather poor crop on our own trees - 4 were "resting" having given huge quantities of apples last year. 3 of them are related trees, as the two young trees are grown from seed from the parent, and give two different sorts of apples.
I love orchards and when we went to Hay-on-Wye today, I just had to stop near Glasbury and take photos of this orchard (cider apples by the look of things). It was a bumper crop here, on old trees which are full size and not grown on dwarf rootstocks as the modern orchards are. When we move, I still hope to have a small orchard (apples, pears, plums) in one area, rather than just half a dozen trees growing randomly, although the young trees I am growing are slowly coming on here beside the path in the paddock.
As you can see, a good mixture of different cider apples have been grown, for a blend of sweet, sharp and bittersweet.
I am not sure if these are picked for cider - but what a shame if not.
One of the scarlet-fruited trees.
A view of part of the old orchard from across the road.
We had a wander round Hay, and a bite to eat in the Sandwich Cellar in Backfold (as always). The Folio books above are on offer in Booths, where we sat for a little while in comfortable chairs, looking at the books we were going to purchase.
I bought a critique of Thomas Hardy's work by Trevor Johnson, and look forward to sitting down with that when my brain is functioning again (I only got 3 1/2 hours' sleep last night).
The shelves of horsey books down the road in Addeyman's, where I bought Queer Horses and Queer People by C G Fitch, written back in the days (1930s) when Queer had no undertones and a fascinating book.
A brief wander around the town: my reflected elbow and a very large Heron in a shop window.
A rather nice reflection of the town in a shabby chic shop window.
Of course, we couldn't resist a wander round the antiques shop, which is looking more and more empty. I loved this fabric chicken and had to take a photo of him for posterity.
Without doubt, the best display in the shop, and some very desirable bakelite jewellery and similar goodies on offer.
Above and below. At the bottom of the car park in Hay. I loved these gorgeous amber-pink tones on the shrub below. As we drove home, we noticed that colouration on the wild cherry trees and field maples too.
Finally, the view across the fields from the car park. Apologies for lack of words, but I am surviving on just 3 1/2 hours' sleep last night and absolutely shattered.