On the weekend

We went to an Apple Fair, it was a bit shite to tell you the truth. The location was Pettys Orchard, which is right on the Yarra in quite a lovey location. The orchard is well known for it's commitment to preserving heritage varieties of apples. It's a remarkable fact that most apple trees can have different fruit grafted onto to them (therefore growing 2 or more varieties on the same tree) allowing for the preservation of trees and fruit.
So there are good intentions here. However, as was pointed out to me, there was also very little apple themed activities going on at the festival. No apple bobbing or apple pie eating contests (which myself and CJ would have won in our respective age categories). But lots of overpriced 'organic' food and healing-power-of-crystals rubbish.
The highlight, such as it was, were the snakes. I finally conquered a trepidation I have felt about snakes and let a Murray Darling Python (actually a rather affectionate Murray Darling Python) climb over me. They are surprisingly soft and I felt the outward skin to be feathery (of all things) while his belly was very smooth.
Can I say my reaction to snakes has changed? Not really but I am glad I did make friends, briefly, with a snake.