I stupidly did a 45 gallon barrel a few year ago because we had such a glut, that bugger went sour, thankfully all the six gallon containers turned out lovely.
Funny thing was I siphoned the sour one out the cider shed and ran it through the chicken pen ( shortest route) the birds were lapping it up, didn't affect them though which was very disappointing.
Hopefully in august onwards I shall start drinking these 48 gallons of scrumpy I made today. Will average about 7.5-8.5% if the cider fairy's are kind this winter.
We are walking up there most weekends now, literally just got back an hour ago, mainly tor bagging at the moment, but doing a reccy for stealth camping spots too.
Lovely pics and write up.
Sorry, didn't think about that bit. Mainly sweet red gooseberries, cooking apples, rhubarb, red and white onions, fresh chillies, demerara and brown sugar, red wine vinegar and cider vinegar, garlic and stuff ?
Not really the weather for making chutney, but the fruit is ready, so cook I will.
This one's a fruity hot and spicey, goes with mackerel, any game meat and very mature cheddar.
Cooling down nicely here, watching thus years Jacob lambs smash up the chicken pen while I smash two cheeseburgers, they are doused in the obligatory carolina reaper hot sauce, if I'm peckish after she's knocked up a quiche too.
Not cooked yet, been picking most of the morning, serious amount of jam making tonight and tomorrow.
I'm also thinking gooseberry and rhubarb spicey chutney.
We go through there on the bikes quite regularly, I will definitely divert into there next time, I used to work in Willand around 86, some lovely pubs round there. ?
France, the Netherlands to mention, but several other European countries allow it. Most though insist on I think yearly tests for accuracy etc to get a permit.
Me and the Mrs belong to a field archery club, we also have our own 3d target range here, personally I think I'm fairly good on a good day, but sometimes I loose an arrow and it's a gut shot or similar and I think thank fook that wasn't a real animal.
I've not heard one in the UK for at least fifteen years, considering I work and play in the countryside that's not good. The last one I did hear was in France about four years ago.