We decided to do our apple picking this year at the first farm we ever picked apples at. How romantic, right, to revisit the farm where we have the fondest memories. Good ole High Hill Farm. So we loaded in the car, braved the awful traffic for a 2 hour drive, and finally arrived. Gorgeous setting... but the apple trees... looked...like...this:
Damper, damper. Luckily, there was an even bigger orchard just down the street, so we gave it a try. Lovely.
Rows and rows of apples...
Great views (I mean...look at that bum! wink wink)...
Delicious spoils...
All in all, very quaint. And scrumptious. Happy fall everyone!
