Strolling Through The Orchard

Early summertime on a sprawling British estate. A cool breeze cuts through the warmth of the sun. A straw hat keeps the glare off your face, as billowing linen wafts the milky scent of suncream about your person. Strolling through secret gardens and private paddocks, you arrive at the Orchard. A winding footpath creates a river through a sea of green leaves which decorate rows of ancient trees. A sensory welcome from Mother Nature, all around, the scent of crisp fruits sweeten the ever-present aroma of wood and leaves. Unable to resist, a wooden bucket is scooped up and greedily filled with treats, ready to take home and turn into delicious ciders and jams.