There have been plenty of apples go through the crusher in the last week or so. If I’m honest it’s been bloody hard work. Last year I could easily manage two hundred bottles a day and if I pushed myself then three hundred wasn’t beyond the bounds of possibility. This year even one hundred feels like something of an achievement. I have to stop to rest so often and even the act of standing up is a challenge.
Nonetheless I keep going. These apples are not going to press themselves…
