Is someone trying to pay their dues in cider?

I can’t remember whether this is the “seat” of the Fief Rozel or one of the boundary markers.
But the can of cider raises the question of whether someone is hoping to pay their feudal dues in cider.
Surely it wasn’t just somebody walking home after Father Christmas switched on the Christmas lights yesterday?
I believe there were thousands there; certainly a very steady stream of families with children walked past my window all afternoon.