Cider with Rosie

I was set down from the carrier's cart at the age of three - so starts Laurie Lee's novel of the same name.

This lovely old cart belongs to a farm over the road from the local micro-brewery in our village. It's the sort of vehicle I would have imagined was described in the novel.

I had popped up there to pick up a 'few' bottles of beer as we are entertaining my brother and his wife this evening. As a result, I am unable to attend the Chesterton Windmill blipmeet today.