When in Kelso....

....if I'm down that way, I try to time it with the need for a session in the barbers chair. Leo and his chums, formerly of Aleppo, Syria and now of Roxburgh Street, Kelso run a tight ship with friendly service and efficient electric razoring and slightly terrifying cut-throat razoring. The flaming giant cotton bud has also put the fear up me on many occasions, but now I just grip the chair and try not to squeak. 

Then it was home for a marathon session crushing and squeezing apples from our trees. After many many hours, I put the lid on 19 litres of sweetish, cloudy apple juice with a crushed campden tablet to discourage the wild yeasts from doing something quirky. 

Nancy's birthday tomorrow and a trip to The Toon is planned.