Ciderfest...

This weekend I have mainly been Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall, what with tending to my vegetables, making a batch of Elderflower fizz, and growing my new mop of very curly brown hair.

All I needed to make the transformation complete was a sheep to take off to slaughter and a rabbit to gut - but we only do that when we are in Wales.

Yes, what a weekend.

I enjoyed dodging the rain as I planted my herb garden and stirred my Elderflower brew with the big plastic spoon I always have to hand. After all, what’s a bit of rain? Life can’t be all sunshine you know, so you might as well enjoy the rain too. We only have one life, despite what Nancy Sinatra may sing.

Perhaps you’ve noticed by now that I’m not making complete sense. Well, call me Rosie if you wish but all of the above is true inasmuch as it all took place, and I have, this weekend, been having my own little ciderfest; a celebration of the apples and pears – and no, not the cockney rhyming slang you bankers.

Have you noticed the variety of flavoured ciders there are on the market these days? I have, although I can’t quite remember when they came creeping up on me although that’s probably the alcohol. Anyway, this weekend to celebrate the fact that my life is a breezer (see what I did there) I started with straight pear, then went onto summer fruits, honey and blossom, blueberry, raspberry, strawberry, even kiwi and lime.

I really like the kiwi and lime.

That's it, gotta go (literally). I have a Tequila and lemon cider to sup.

Be seeing you, probably two of you.