Not actually a cellar but always referred to as one. This is at my brother's house and the cone on the right is a salmon putt made by my father. The other things belonged to my grandparents. It was okay going up the ladder to the first floor but a bit scary coming back down!
Remember Grandpa making cider but I think it was an acquired taste! Presumably that is what was in the barrel. Think the official name is putcher but we always called them putts. Yes, lots of memories. When Granny was in her 80s she got stuck up there and I had to guide her down! There was no stopping that woman.
