Sunday, 22 September 2019

Cider With Rosie


Overheard in the pub in Much Marcle, Herefordshire:

Chairman: "Do you have cider?"

Anyone who has ever visited Much Marcle will understand the faux pas.

The cider festival was great!










There were two main BBQs - one for the carnivores and another for the veggies. I made the cardinal mistake of placing our beefburgers on the veggie BBQ and got some very nasty looks from one woman, who proceeded to decontaminate said BBQ. However, my conscience was cleared when a diner who was BBQing some haloumi had a moth land on his burnt offering (it had miraculously not gone up in a puff of smoke) - he pinched it between his fingers, threw it on the floor and stamped on it, which immediately blew his Green credentials.

Got talking to an elderly chap in his 90s who was a devoted tractor buff and was dressed in all manner of tractor memorabilia garb. He'd driven 70 miles to come to the event - one hopes not in a tractor. He rather unwisely steered the conversation toward Brexit, the upshot of which was that he couldn't care less about what happened after Brexit, providing there was a coherent tractor policy...


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