Spontaneity is something which seems to harder to achieve the older (and dare I say more mature) one gets. The weight of financial responsibility and the time sucking black hole of children (I love you Etta and Luna) robs one of opportunities to be random, last minute or nose following. So when my nose caught scent of a cider adventure and I found myself alone in the car, I carpe diemed the shit out of that moment.
A visit to The Newt in Somerset is always a special event. Quite possibly the most fancy cidery in the world, the cider, or rather, cyder, being produced is doing its part to showcase just how elegant, refined and food friendly cider can be. My favourite of the cyders being produced by The Newt is their No.3 Yarlington Mill, and when paying a visit, as I did this week, I am always reminded that village of Yarlington (and presumably its mill) is but 2 miles down the lane.
And so upon exiting the estate and heading towards my next meeting, I inexplicably found myself turning off the main road and heading down a lane of wing mirror shatteringing narrow proportions. Almost like an out of body experience, I decided I was going to go an find the mill at Yarlington and see if I could locate the exact spot at which this famed apple was discovered in 1898.
Did I succeed? Well, you’re just going to have to watch this (mercifully short) video to find out!
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