Many thanks to porsupah for alerting me to Saturday's Cider Dog festival at the Miller, near London Bridge!

I went along with televassi and slightlyfoxed. We enjoyed a few decorous halves and some excellent writer chat, despite the efforts of the miniature digger which was eating the road a few metres from our table ( Read more... )

We had a turnout of over 30 for the bike club's annual pre-Christmas Cider Run to Middle Farm, near Lewes. I had volunteered to tail-end what turned out to be a challenging ride: one bike refused to start, which delayed my setting off (the owner later discovered he'd put diesel in it by mistake); someone fell off (shocked, bike a mess, but OK); and ( Read more... )

That was a nice runup-to-Christmas weekend. On Saturday my flatmate and I decided we couldn't wait any longer, and exchanged Christmas presents - I got a bottle of wine with a wolf on the label - while in the evening I went to my friend Oli's for company, mulled wine and a buffet of delights. Sunday was the annual bike club trip to Middle Farm for ( Read more... )

I spent my birthday on the Cider Trail.

This is a 40-kilometre route through the area around Cambremer, the Cider Capital of Cider Country. It's really meant for cycling and was a rather quick tour on motorbikes, but we enjoyed the dusty little roads as they jogged along through apple orchards and quaintly-named villages like Bonnebosq and St. ( Read more... )