When mum asked if I'd like the apples off her tree, of course I said yes - if nothing else, apple wine has got to be worth a go.
I didn't realise quite what I was letting myself in for, but humped all the bags in the car, said thank you, & went off to do some sums as to how many lots of 6lbs-of-apples-per-gallon-of-wine I have.
Quite a lot, as it happens, so I got the first batch underway tonight by chopping & simmered apples in a gallon of water in the maslin pan as per instructions, but then hit a snag in that the next step is to strain onto a couple of pounds of sugar & lemon rind - I have the sugar, but no lemon, so the whole chopped simmered apple caboodle is still in the pan waiting for the shops to open tomorrow.
Meanwhile I made a trip to the Hill in order to pick some FRENCH BEANS (triomphe de farcy & emperor of russia) & the first of the RUNNER BEANS (essex bb) & then to wield the secateurs rather more rigourously on the front of the plot.
I achieved a huge bucketful of cuttings (which I have no room for on the compost heap), loads of grumpy bees who said 'oi! I was using those flowers!' & the overall effect of a very bad haircut but at least now I could get to the bolting swiss chard to cut & bin some of that, & to gain access to the courgettes - a couple of which are rather more marrow like in appearance.
I guess that it's courgette wine, next stop?