We visited Galley Hill Apple Farm this morning. It is only about a mile and half away, easily within walking distance, however we decided to take the car because walking back home with about ten or fourteen pounds in weight of apples (if previous years are anything to go by) wouldn't have been fun. The sun was shining, there was no wind, the air had a lovely autumnal feeling - a perfect day to go apple-picking.
The orchards are beautifully laid out and the apples practically fall into your hands. A much easier picking experience than when we harvested our own apple trees! The fruit is beautiful to look at, crisp, crunchy and sweet, or sharp depending on which you choose of the ten or so varieties on offer. They also do pears and blackberries, earlier in the year they had fabulous soft fruits.
Upon our return George headed for the wood and his beloved composter! His project for the day being to construct a gate to keep the hens out and the paper awaiting shredding, inside. Now normally, as you know, he would recycle one of the old ones, or make something bog-standard to fill the gap.
Today, however, something amazing happened. He got in touch with his artistic, creative side and the end result is lovely. It still needs a little work...
it is wibbly and wobbly, but it is beautiful. The chucks are not chuffed, they are so used to being able to wander in at will.
Jonny - do you remember how pale and ill sick-chick used to look? It is getting more difficult to tell her apart from the other two now. We think it is down to all of the fresh spinach which they eat!