‘A wind has blown the rain away and blown
the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand. I think I too have known
autumn too long’
I can say with some legitimacy that E.E Cummings is one of the handful of men who have my heart. Well, handful is a bit much- we’re basically talking my Dad, my Man and then E.E. Cummings. But he is up there.
Park Farm sits in a valley and on 100 (organic) acres neatly split by the Devon/Dorset border. You’d think it was a ready made set created just for the River Cottage show with the way that it so perfectly (even in- and probably because of- its wonkiness) ticks the ‘good life’ box.
It is one of those happily English cottages sat next to a few pimped out barns with a polytunnel, walled kitchen garden and of course rolling fields to boot. Shrouded in mist as it often is being in a valley was a pretty sweet way to get my first autumnal view of the iconic farm, setting the tone for a night of seasonal goodness I got lucky with thanks to This is Your Kingdom.
It’s painfully easy to make apple crisps.
Slice your collection of apples as thin as you can go. Lay them on a baking tray and some baking paper and cook them in the oven (gas 3/160 C) for 45 minutes to an hour, turning them at the half way point, and until a good golden brown. Then sprinkle with an unbleached sugar and cinnamon combination (with quantities according to your sweet tooth and love of cinnamon).
According to the snack spectrum* apple crisps are a good one. Sweet enough to hit that spot and they don’t cost a bomb or your health. They’ll be even better for you if you have hand picked your apples or bought organic from somewhere brilliant like the General Store.
*NB. a strictly fictional chart
Cragowlet House is seriously stupendous. It’s one of those houses that is familiarly and brilliantly Scottish, making it the perfect base camp for a reunion of my good friends after having started our story in Edinburgh a few years back.
I wasn’t quite sure what constituted the grand title of ‘orchard’… till I googled it.
Turns out its ‘a group of fruit or nut tree’s in an enclosed space’, rendering the term orchard a bit more loose and less grandiose than we are first inclined to assume. AND SO, I spent a portion of the weekend picking apples from my friends very own grand spanking- three tree strong- orchard.