The Cider Farm, Gravy Pools and an Eternal Bloat

For over ten years now, my Sundays have been dedicated to venturing around Somerset with my Dad. Yesterday was no exception! We wanted to go for lunch somewhere we hadn't eaten before so we headed out to the local cider farm for a change of scenery and a huge plate of carvery. Carverys are biblical, I swear. It was a bloody splendid decision because, within minutes of arriving, we ended up tucking into huge plates swimming in gravy. If it's not drowned in gravy, I don't wanna know!