The orchards are pretty much encouraging anyone to sign up and have a go. As a paunchy, pasty-faced, soft-handed, partially fit 53-year-old with a low tolerance for tedium, I suspected the orchardists might not have thought things through. I doubt they envisioned an army of portly desk jockeys like me turning up. But, after a brief safety induction, there I am standing before my first row of trees.
Glenn Taylor/Stuff
The rows of apple trees stretch on forever. These rows of orderly trees appear distinctly short when you pass them in a car at 100kmh. They don’t look that way when you’re among them. They seem to stretch beyond the horizon.