Cider is one of mother natures great gifts and what better way to enjoy it than in its traditional home.  Somerset is to cider what Tennessee is to whiskey so what better way to celebrate crossing of county lines from Devon into Somerset than to get mullered on the stuff?  Somerset was once awash with apple orchards, their numbers have now diminished but Somerset is still a major producer of cider (famous for some of the stronger varieties!) Horatio loved the sweet appley goodness and retired for an afternoon nap after a little over endulgence.  I hope he’s not too hungover for some running tonight (if he’s anything like me then tonight might be a struggle!).

(Horatio didn’t really drink any cider, its an old bottle and he had a little nosey!)