



Years ago when I lived in Plaxtol I used to go apple picking after I had finished my milk round. I bought my first car with the money I earned. It was hard work, standing on a ladder all day made your feet hurt and when I first started the apple bag used to bruise my shoulders but I loved it. I would have a whole orchard to myself, it would be late Summer and the wasps had a nasty habit of stinging you when you tried to pick apples. The local farmer used to call me whenever the apples needed picking. Russets were my speciality. Those were the hazy lazy crazy days of summer 45 years ago.
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