My uncle owned a pub in Yeovil that only had cider on tap, he used to brew his own cider in the cellar and out houses. Often when he started a new batch off he would go down to the local farmer and see what game he had, he especially liked rabbits and would throw a few into the cider mash literally for body, at the end of the fermenting process nothing would be left, everything was gone..
One of the best things about Somerset was even when well under age you could get hold of Cider, usually at seaside gift shops they had small pottery barrels of scrumpy cider as souvenir gifts, a little bit expensive compared to a bottle of cider but worth it, it stretched your pocket money but that never stopped us
.You had to be careful with the securing wire around the stopper, lest our parents found out what we were all up to,
Last edited by JohnHarris; 07/12/24 02:33 PM.
