It's been a lovely if slightly chilly day here chez Casa Reynard.
Slept well, but am still very chesty. Had a lovely time in the community orchard picking Green Harvey and Barnack Beauty apples. They've all been moved to cardboard trays and stashed in the hallway. The house now smells of apples.
Hadn't intended on picking so many, but the gales earlier in the week dropped half of a considerable Green Harvey crop onto the ground and they were already rotting away. As there were other people picking them when I arrived (the trees are right by the gate), I thought that while I was there, I could just as well take advantage of them. Plus the fact that the ones I was *really* after like the Thoday's Quarrenden, Wayside and Jolly Miller had all fallen off and rotted while I was laid up with covid.
Having said that, the Green Harveys are keeping apples, so they'll certainly last - they're a dual purpose apple, so on the sharp side, but very nice regardless. And the trees invite climbing into them to get the nice big ones up top, so that's exactly what I did, lobbing them down the front of my jumper.
Still plenty of Barnack Beauty - a keeping dessert apple, and the Cockett's Red will want another two to three weeks depending on the weather before they're ready.
Spent the rest of the day watching men in tight shorts playing with funny-shaped balls. Off to find some supper before watching Australia v Ireland. That one could be a final in its own right, so should be a good 'un.