YOU SAY CIDRE, I SAY CIDER.
For Christmas last year I bought the Hippy a cider press.
We have a fantastic apple tree in our garden that last year was laden with fruit. The apples are a little tart so the boys won't eat them.
Perfect lets turn it all in to cider I thought.
This year we have one wizened apple on it.
Thankfully friends came to our rescue and donated two trees worth to the cause.
We have a lovely friend, The Mad Old Cat Lady, who is having a bad old time of it at the moment.
We are all looking forward to having her home again and in one piece soon.
She doesn't like cider.
But she does love cidre.
So in her honour we all dressed up en Francais.
Some of us seemed to enjoy it a little too much.
And some of us found a raspberry beret.
But it should all bring a smile to our lovely friends face and remind her that we are thinking of her.
And the bonus is that in a month or so we will all be gathering again to drink the fruits of our labour that time with Caroline in our midst.
Love Nora xxx