The speed at which blossom season arrives, blows us away with its beauty, and then bids us farewell never fails to astound me. It’s the most intense two-week love affair of the year. It starts with the slightest hint of palest pink on the tips of each and every branch and then, seemingly overnight, those same branches are positively bowing under the weight of their newly acquired finery. But before you can start to take those pretty petals for granted, they’re suddenly floating on the breeze and coating the ground like rose-coloured snow. Now, we sit and wait for the apples to follow … a couple of months to weigh up our answer to that all-important question … pie or cider?