'Movin' to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches', so sang the The President's of the USA - our anthem for the quick jaunt to Carter Mountain, high above Charlottesville.
There was a light breeze, warm, dry earth and the amazing smell of peaches in the orchard groves. Virginia Gold apples were also on offer and though really a very pale greeny-gold they were light and fresh - a cross between a Granny Smith and a Golden Delicious.
Creme Brûlée on the menu for P and apple pie for the girls, if there is any of our horde left.
