It’s been a very quiet three weeks, the apples are sticking to the trees and getting very fat. Great for future crumbles and cider, rubbish for the orchestra. Thankfully the remnants of Katia managed to whip up some 50mph gusts for a very busy weekend and here we are, two abrasive chords with a harmonious finish.
So after fears of all the apples ripening in August and off the trees by September I still have at least another 40 on the trees. Roll on the next storm.