Cider weekend: Guest post by Catharine

The discussions started a few weeks ago, up and down our road. When would we press the apples?

When the apples are good, the three farms along the road pool all the fruit and do a massive pressing, then divvy up the juice. Our next-door neighbours get to choose the date – it’s their press.

There was no juice last year, because of the drought. We got apples only from our oldest, most faithful tree, the Wolf River. Plenty for pie fillings and apple sauce, for sure. But our others failed, and so...