Again, the pictures have not printed out in the order I had hoped . . . but . . . never mind. We took bags and bags of apples from our garden from the old trees we have inherited (in fact, mostly from just one old tree) and fed them onto a tray on the upper floor of the barn being used. The apples were pushed into a chopping up shute and pushed downstairs. Then wrapped in hessian and put onto trays, pressed and hey presto!! Fabulous golden apple juice poured out of the bottom of this fabulous old machine in a very short time.

This particular machine was set up in the 1930's by the current owners grandfather and his ten year old son is already learning how the system works.

We came away with a bit over one hundred litres of this fabulous golden nectar!!!

A marvellous morning - we were made very welcome by all the old farmers - they speak their own local dialect, rather than straight forward french!!! The main object of the exercise seemed not to be the production of apple juice (this just seemed to happen!!) but to bring a bottle of wine and share it around with every one there and catch up on news, chatter and gossip!!

Oh yes, the first picture shows one of the farmers taking away all that was left of the apples after the pressing process has been completed. We think that they feed this to their pigs.