After a morning spent communing with the hens and rummaging through seed packets, it was off to the pub for the final weekend of Six Nations rugby action. This year's tournament has hardly been a vintage one, but the results were all good yesterday. England put in a stuttering performance to win back the Clacutta Cup, and the mighty Ireland team achieved their first Grand Slam since 1948. In between the internationals, news filtered through that the Leicester Tigers had thumped Saracens 46 - 16, which was the icing on the rugby ball shaped cake kind-of-thing.
There was a good crowd in at the pub, and a fair few of them were drinking the Sulgrave Orchard Cider. An impromptu survey of the (mostly) ladies enjoying the cider revealed comments such as 'It's lovely', and 'Very appley'. Good enough for me.So enthusiastic were these lovely ladies for the cider, that half way through the Grand Slam decider they'd managed to drink the box dry. The beers followed soon after and a rapid re-stock was required today. So this morning I dusted off the trusty Rockingham Forest Cider Sack-Barrow, and a new box of Sulgrave Orchard Cider has joined the Phipp's IPA and Great Oakley Welland Valley Mild on the bar. Just in time for the legions of thirsty Mum's who've descended on the pub to enjoy on their big day.
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