A summer afternoon in June was the perfect time to visit the home of Welsh Mountain Cider.
“Keepe cleane your vessels, and the places wheras your fruite doth lye” are wise words to make cyder by in any century.
This 17th century snippet seems to be a method for making Brimstone-flavoured cider, unless I’ve read it wrong..?
Sowing apple pips to grow wilding trees? “Facile,” says Mr Evelyn. “Hold my cider”, says Mr Brennan.