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right then gather round me lovely mates let’s have a proper chinwag about the good stuff apples tractors and cider you know the life we love on the farm


first off let’s talk about apples oh those sweet juicy treasures they’re what it’s all about can’t have cider without ‘em right it’s like a treasure hunt every time we head to the orchard looking for the best ones shiny and red or green and crisp you bite into one and it’s like a burst of summer right in your mouth


and then there’s the tractors oh bless ‘em the real heroes of the fields big noisy beasts rumblin along pulling trailers full of those precious apples while we’re out there pickin away you hear that sound and you know work’s gettin done without them we’d be in a right pickle wouldn’t we just imagine tryin to haul all those apples by hand what a sight that would be


after all the hard work it’s time for the good stuff the cider makin now that’s where the magic happens you take those lovely apples press ‘em down and watch that golden juice flow it’s like watchin a dream come to life the smell oh mate it’s like heaven on earth after a long day in the fields it warms you right up


and then it’s off to the pub can’t beat a good pint of cider after a long day can you sit back with your mates share a laugh and raise a glass to all the hard graft that went into it my wife always says to take it easy but what’s life without a few pints of the good stuff eh


so here’s to apples tractors cider and the joy of the farm here’s to the laughs with mates and the warm evenings spent with a pint in hand let’s keep this cider flowing and enjoy every drop of life together raise your glasses and cheers to the simple pleasures that make it all worthwhile
 
right then gather round me lovely mates let’s have a proper chinwag about the good stuff apples tractors and cider you know the life we love on the farm


first off let’s talk about apples oh those sweet juicy treasures they’re what it’s all about can’t have cider without ‘em right it’s like a treasure hunt every time we head to the orchard looking for the best ones shiny and red or green and crisp you bite into one and it’s like a burst of summer right in your mouth


and then there’s the tractors oh bless ‘em the real heroes of the fields big noisy beasts rumblin along pulling trailers full of those precious apples while we’re out there pickin away you hear that sound and you know work’s gettin done without them we’d be in a right pickle wouldn’t we just imagine tryin to haul all those apples by hand what a sight that would be


after all the hard work it’s time for the good stuff the cider makin now that’s where the magic happens you take those lovely apples press ‘em down and watch that golden juice flow it’s like watchin a dream come to life the smell oh mate it’s like heaven on earth after a long day in the fields it warms you right up


and then it’s off to the pub can’t beat a good pint of cider after a long day can you sit back with your mates share a laugh and raise a glass to all the hard graft that went into it my wife always says to take it easy but what’s life without a few pints of the good stuff eh


so here’s to apples tractors cider and the joy of the farm here’s to the laughs with mates and the warm evenings spent with a pint in hand let’s keep this cider flowing and enjoy every drop of life together raise your glasses and cheers to the simple pleasures that make it all worthwhile
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