
J asked me to help him sample the first demijohn of cider to test whether it had stopped fermenting. He siphoned off a small amount into a vial and theen used a simple device to make a reading. He told me it would be a shame to waste the cider (which tastes just like the scrumpy we used to drink in Devon forty years ago when we lived there).

I hope Jeremy hasn’t read the caption to this photo: wouldn’t want his gag reflex acting up again!!! xxx Henry
Cheers Gill! x
I always excused it by saying I was testing for quality!