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.
The Koa Tree Camp field lies somewhere near the Devon/Cornwall border. If it wasn’t clear- I’m a hardy Dorset girl. There’s a bit of semi-friendly, semi-aggressive beef between Devon/Dorset folk, so i’ll brush past the fact this place technically lay on the Devon side of the west country border lands. Instead I’ll focus on the fact that it is ruddy brilliant.