The Last Food of England
 
A cider 'cheese' under pressure.Trimmed with a hay knife at the edges, it will end a flat fraction of its original size and go for compost or to livestock. Pete has time for a roll up, his voice combining with the trickle of juice leaching from the press. The original headboard hangs on the wall behind him. The cider, frothing, fretting and filling the air with its scent, goes into the barrels underneath, Christmas - carol; spring - leaf; summer - swimming; autumn - apples. The English Vendage.

West Country November 2003