By now we were residents of historic Battery Point for 12 months and we found our movements restricted. To occupy our time for a few days it occurred to us that we could pick the crop of crab apples and make some Crab Apple Jelly.
This is where the story has the Battery Point connection because the following stages of jelly production happened right here.
The fruit was topped and tailed and put into a large saucepan and covered with water. It was brought to the boil and allowed to simmer until the fruit was soft and disintegrating.
The pulp was then put into a muslin cloth and drained overnight. The following day, sugar and lemon juice were added, and the liquid brought to the boil until a jelly was formed on a cold saucer. It was then poured into clean jars and the lids put on whilst hot.
While I was typing this exciting story my wife Gay created a poem to summarise her thoughts.
There was little apple tree
It lived up Fern Tree way
It never was allowed to flower
As animals there did it devour
The decision was to have it move
to somewhere where it found its groove
This year it bore a bountiful crop
But big fruit it certainly was not
Our lovely little apple tree
Was not a fuji, pink lady or delicious
But a crab apple, tiny but so nutritious
So red they were, and round and small
So we decided to take them all
And make some very yummy jelly
Which would taste so lovely in our belly
We topped and tailed and boiled ‘til mushy
Then strained, added sugar and lemon
To make it very lushy
We are happy we moved the little chappy
As now the crab apple tree is very happy
We hope next year it will bloom once more
With fruit again we can adore