Pagans of Western Europe were quaffing the wine of this sinful fruit long before the Roman Empire showed its shiny metal head and long after it dropped the last fat grape down its languid throat. Little wonder that the Apple Isle was to sprout from the devil-wracked slop-bucket to which the British Empire damned its own undesirables.

Every holy reign is bound to fall away. It is the soft-voiced outsiders of History who always were and will be. Clive Crossley hails from Mudford Sock, Somerset. He first glanced Tasmania some forty years ago, having sailed here aboard his yacht, Ananda. Letting alone his reputation as a scientist, Clive is known  today for the very fine ciders which he and Lynne Uptin produce commercially from their home in Middleton.