It's been a warm and largely overcast day here chez Casa Reynard.
Slept well, and then spent the morning puttering about in the community orchard picking Cockett's Red apples. I had thought to leave it till Tuesday, but so much fruit is just simply falling off the trees as soon as you touch it, think it was a wise decision to go today instead. Picked four trays' worth. I should now have enough apples laid by to last me till Easter.
Cockett's Red (aka One Bite or Henrietta Maria) is a late-season keeping dessert apple, albeit not a sweet one, but the flavour will mellow during storage. Having said that, I ate three of them whilst picking, and yeah, they're sharp, but there's a lovely flavour under all that sharpness, and they're crisp and juicy to boot. Makes you realise just how sweet and insipid the commercial varieties can be.
I wish the community orchard had an honesty box or something similar, as I'd love to contribute something for the fruit I've picked. OTOH, what I take and use is fruit that doesn't end up rotting on the ground.
A late luncheon of toast, pate, fruit and
was partaken of, and then I've spent the time watching men in tight shorts playing with funny-shaped balls, kept an eye on the footy results and listened to the F1 sprint race from Losail.
Sausage rolls and a tomato salad for supper.