Apple Day

If the result of the Lancaster Experiment is that we decide to settle here, the area I would like to buy a house in is called Fairfield. From Fairfield, it's only a five-minute walk to the city centre (without any friggin hills), a three-minute walk to the station, a two-minute walk to open countryside along the canal - AND it has a nature reserve which includes this lovely orchard.

Today in the orchard it was Apple Day. A sweet little event. Lola bobbed apples, bow-and-arrowed the apple on William Tell's head, cycled a smoothie, and then we both made a felt apple - which was really fun and therapeutic (and it solved the mystery of what Wild, Wet n' Wooly at the Storey Building is - it's this woman who runs felting workshops).

Then I got chatting to a woman who lives in the road I most have my eye on in Fairfield: Sunnyside Close (ironic name for rainy Lancaster?).

"Oh houses rarely come up for sale there," she said. "You have to wait for someone to die!"

"Well then," I said. "I may have to kill you."