Autumn haikus about Chudleigh’s apple farm: Wool-clad folk gather In a muddy field, to pick Ripe apples and gourds. Everywhere, children Goats, hens, pigs, dogs, mouldy hay: Wholesome smells so bad. Coat, scarf, hat and mitts Fail to keep the cold at bay: Good thing we brought rum. Rich empire of fruit! Tasty pies cost […]