Light through Dry Blackthorn

So here it is. My guilty secret.

I have a bit of a weakness for Dry Blackthorn cider. Mostly it's nostalgia, I always used to love it when I saw the Dry Blackthorn place in Taunton from the train when I was travelling home. It seemed to signal that I was back in the SouthWest.

Yorkshire is properly home now, but I do still quite like a drop of cider.

And the light shines through it nicely, too.