Tucking in

Mrs B got me to a cider farm this afternoon – under false pretences.  She told me that it would be for tea and cakes, and that it would be for a good cause.  In fact it was a big cream tea, followed by a short stroll, for appearances' sake, and a pint of the driest cider I've had for a long time.  All in brilliant sunshine among like-minded types and old cars.

These two were enjoying it, without a doubt.  In the background, a Singer and an Austin.

In the Extras some local, vintage sights, as if from a bygone age.