They sound like crab apples, Ralph. When I was at boarding-school in Sussex, there were loads of them in the surrounding countryside, and the science master let us turn them into cider under his instructions. Of course, we weren't allowed to drink it at school, but I took several bottles home for the Christmas holidays. No other cider has ever tasted as good.
Last edited by Brian Allgar; 10-14-2015 at 11:50 AM.
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