Twas a birthday of a friend in Brighton, Mr Julian Owen and he and his lovely miss Louise had arranged a countryside amble around nearby Firle, with an all important visit to the magical Middle Farm in search of the perfect cider.
The morning started amusingly as we were forced to wait patiently for our first pub stop to open in order to whet our whistles! With our parched lips liquored up and the sun on our backs, we began a strollin', across fields and down lanes before reaching cider town.
Middle Farm is a 625 acre working family farm offering incredible local and British produce and is home to The National Collection of Cider and Perry, where one can sample more than 100 different draught ciders and perrys, as well as meads and liqueurs. Our party made the most of both the food and drink, picking up a pint or two of their favourite tipple before moving onward and upward towards Firle beacon before training back to Falmer for more fun and moonshine care of the birthday boy...
I suppose it's an old cliche that good friends and good people get along, but having not met most of our party previously, it was ace to meet, chat and laugh with such an awesome and eclectic mix of people. Thanks for the good times, i'm looking forward to the next one already!
Below is a twelve shot diary of our day, care of my new Kiev 60... Light metered by eye so a little over, a little under, but so stoked with the results... Hope yall enjoy!
Waiting for the pub to serve our thirsty team...
Farm fields on foot...
Middle farm mingling...
Good people... and a normal size dog...
Good people... and a bigger dog!
Crop curves...
Lagging behind while the crew hikes on...
A view to a hill...
Taking it all in...
Late afternoon power poses...
The train looked wobbly at the time too...
Tramampoline star!
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