I don’t know if Julian Temperley is trying to kill me or show me the delights of cider making as I mount his quad bike on the Burrow Hill Cider farm. As the ageing apple tsar revs up and tells me to ...

You never forget your first Scrumpy. For me, it was a quiet summer afternoon. Appearance: Golden, hazy and gorgeous. Aroma: Sweet, like a slice of apple pie, with a little hint of butter and a touch ...