Cider kegs and farmers' legs

I have leg problems today. I blame it on the cider I drank yesterday at the Ludlow Food Festival - something called Foxwhelp (or some such) served by a man with a beard up to his eyes. Shortly after this my legs lost rigidity and they haven't recovered.

Saw the lovely folk from Fordhall farm at the fair and bought their books about the fight they have gone through to keep their farm (in the family for 700 years) from the developers and the neighbouring Muller factory. A real 'power to the people' story. Well done you Hollins'. If you are interested in finding out more about them have a look here.