Posts Tagged ‘1994’

A cider press at Breventec

February 22, 2015

Back in 1994 – 21 years ago – we took the family camping in South Brittany. We found a quiet farm camp site at a place called Breventec about seven miles from the coast and something similar to the magnificent standing stones at Carnac.

Breventec had odd bits of old agricultural kit about the place and amongst them was this cider press.

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The principle is simple. Apples are placed on the straw held in by the hefty wooden frame. The bit under the metal wheel – it looks a bit like an upside down pallet – is lowered by turning the wheel around. The apples are crushed between the two surfaces.

The straw acts like a filter or sieve. Only juice falls into the trough below from where it can be collected and fermented to produce cider. I’m guessing someone has placed an extension handle on the wheel to enable real pressure to be applied so that every drop of juice is obtained.

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Now that was just the kind of device to keep me happy all those years ago.

A mixed bag from father

September 20, 2013

Do you remember those happy days before electronic communication was all the rage? How we used to enjoy the postman calling and delivering a nice, newsy, chatty letter.

Or maybe then, as now, a small package would arrive. Back in 1994 a small envelope arrived from my father. It had treasures inside.

Now I’m not a stamp collector but this row obviously appealed to me.

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My father’s note was correct in its assumption.

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1980 was the 150th anniversary of the opening of the Liverpool and Manchester Railway, with its famous loco, Rocket. The Post Office issued a trains-worth of stamps.  Let’s enlarge a couple of them.

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But there was more in the little envelope than just the stamps dad had come across whilst tidying up.

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This is a photo wallet with adverts for Selo film.

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My dad wrote…

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If my father had access to the web of today he’d know that Selo was an Ilford brand and did indeed survive World War Two.

Dad signs off with typical humour for seventh January.

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