
Simon shakes the tree, to make the apples fall. Helmets required.
Sparky, Rob's dog, waits in the shade. Much too hot for the perfectly trained pup.

On to Wendy's farm, down the road, where the antique press lives.
Terrible view, eh?
Two people crank, while one person pours (aka 'the dumper') Got a few blisters on my hands, but well worth the hard effort. 
Apple bits are then pressed down with a vice like mechanism...and out comes apple juice.
Prettiest juice this side of Pittsburgh.
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Could it already be apple season? MUST do this.
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