Torm Man

In a tranquil village nestled in the depths of Somerset, the people celebrated the season of harvest and bonfire night with great joy. Among them was a folklore that weaved together the warmth of the community and the art of apple ripening.

The story spoke of a time when the villagers’ apples were blighted by a strange curse, and their orchards bore fruit that refused to ripen. The people, desperate to restore their bountiful harvests, turned to an old tale, the legend of the Torm man.

The Torm man, as the villagers believed, was a mystical spirit that dwelled within their orchards. It was said that the Torm man could bring forth the perfect ripening of apples when honoured with a special offering. But the offering was no ordinary one – it had to be a token of the heart, a symbol of unity among the villagers.

In their hour of need, the villagers decided to revive this ancient tradition. As the days grew shorter and the air grew cooler, they gathered together, each contributing an apple from their orchard. These apples, imperfect and unripened, were placed in a basket woven from branches and leaves.

The villagers lit a massive pyre at the centre of their gathering. As the flames danced and the bonfire roared, they placed the basket of unripened apples at its very heart. With bated breath, they watched as the fire enveloped the apples.

This act of unity and sacrifice, the burning of the Torm man, became an integral part of the village’s bonfire night celebrations. Every year, as the bonfire blazed in the crisp autumn air, the villagers would gather around, knowing that their communal spirit and the legend of the Torm man, who spread his arms wide, blessed the trees, and chanted incantations only the winds could carry to bless their orchards and ensure the most abundant and perfectly ripened apples.

From 5pm Saturday 2nd November, join us for the burning of our Torm man. BBQ on the night