My first memory of The Dorset Apple Cake, takes me back to being a young boy, in Sherborne. Playing in my grandparents garden, climbing the apple tree, oh what a view and then, that magical time of year. The glorious apples would start to ripen, picking the apples with my Grandad, then straight to the kitchen to 'help' Nan make her infamous 'Dorset Apple Cake'. Those amazing smells are something that have stuck with me, hitting me with instant nostalgia every time. The apples just keep coming, joy filled hours in the kitchen, the list of things my Nan would create is endless, and every single one unforgettably, delicious.