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!
Despite being nearly a year post-op, I'm still not able to eat fibre which is stupidly annoying but, as you can see, I make up for it with roast potatoes. Oh, yes! With bloated little bellies, we had a walk around the grounds and educated ourselves on the historical art of cider making. I was quite the cider drinker in my youth, let me tell you! Nowadays, I'm totally tee-total.
After learning more about the improper use of possessive apostrophes than cider making, we popped next door to the shop to look at all the cider on offer. I think I got a little drunk just from the potent smell....
After an hour or so of fun on the farm, we headed out for a quick stroll along the seafront swiftly followed by a nap at home for my fine self. It was a quiet day but a pretty nice one at that.
If you'd like to scroll through all of my adventures then you can do so.