Wilkins Cider - Somerset

Him Indoors has a brother who lives in Glastonbury, and when he visits, he also often drops in to Wilkins Cider.

I've only been there once, about 6 years ago now. It was a Sunday morning and it was a bit like an old village inn, you'd see in a film. In the main barn, rosy-cheeked farmer types were sitting around on barrels and crates drinking and having a great time. Jugs and tankards were being re-filled but no money was changing hands. We were invited into this 'tasting' and that's what it was. Roger was only too pleased to let us sample any of his ciders and will blend the drink until it is perfect to your taste. Well, we did buy a couple of containers full and a few other things. (He also sells cheeses, pickles and chutneys etc - real ploughman's lunch components.)

As we wandered out to make our way back, another couple walked past and the girl said
"Ere, oi 'ope you'm alroit to droive?", to which her chap replied
"Oil bloody 'av to, cos oi can't bloody walk".

Wilkins also had a brush with the E.U. regarding his traditional cider-making methods, read the newsclip.