Scrumptious

I have taken to picking a few apples along the way for sustenance. To cut down on the food bill. I have had my eyes on a few trees over the past few days but if you hesitate then you are past and the opportunity is gone. But yesterday there were two besides the canal, opposite the lock keeper’s cottage so not so obviously private. One looked like an Egremont Russet, my favourite, so I helped myself to five. In the end they weren’t russets but a poor look-like, called something like Canadian Gris. However, they did provide desert that evening. I just wish that I’d been around during the peach and plum harvest.

I think that I could make greater savings. The Dutch couple at Cluny said that their son managed to extend his summer holiday by having free dinners with successive families around the camp site where he had settled. Now I think that’s taking free-bees a bit too far but presumably he could tell them interesting stories in return. So I would just say that if you are in a campsite right now, please look around and offer the nearest cyclist a large glass of red wine. It’s the one thing that is difficult to carry on a bike.