I have finished apple picking: just a few fruit left hanging – the ones which absolutely refuse to yield, and should you tug any harder you’d snap the bud off the twig. While I was picking the true-name-not-known variety which is only good for pig food or, as I now know, juicing, this “double-cheeker” tumbled off and rolled to my feet…
Meanwhile, a tad more conventionally, here’s yesterday’s sunset from Marloes Beacon with Runwayskiln (below Skokholm) settling down for the night…
