Scrumped Apples
Scrumped these apples in Youlgreave, Derbyshire. Apple trees everywhere and apples just falling and rotting.
There was an apple pressing session in the Village Hall. Prerequisite old dears in chairs around the edge, having a natter whilst the apples were being hand pressed.
The queue of people with bags and boxes of windfalls got bigger. The pressing was slow business. There were two apple pies in slices for donation. Perplexingly, there was just half a cup of fresh apple juice for donation too. It was delicious, but there should have been more! We were surrounded by hundreds of apples.
I met the man who planted the apple trees I’d taken these from. He planted them 40 years ago. They were not in his garden, but he was delighted the apples would not go to waste.
Image is A3, drawn in Prismacolor pencils.