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Here Comes the Summer
I’m getting slacker by the day with regards to this blog so I’ve changed tack slightly. I’ll produce a monthly journal style post and then occasional special reports when something exciting happens. Don’t expect a lot of them. If this tips you over the edge towards unsubscribing, I commend your wisdom and thank you for… Continue reading
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Aargh, no. Leaf Curl!
Before I rose from an extended lie-in last week, photos winged their way through the ether depicting actual apples on my trees in Ticklepenny. By the time I’d had my weekly cold shower and dragged on the only pair of jeans I can still get around my stomach, my excitement had reached fever pitch. It… Continue reading
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Sometimes the Universe just sucks
This has been a difficult post to write. I am not into horse riding. Horses themselves I kind of like, in much the same way as I like most other animals. I’ve developed a grudging respect for the prodigious amount of crap they can produce per day and the ability of said crap to delight… Continue reading
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Back on the Buses
The long wait is over. Now we’ve entered a slightly more relaxed stage of lockdown, I’m allowed on the bus back to Louth. I’m still not sure whether I could have claimed it was an essential journey last week but no worries, what’s done is done. I can’t wait to see my trees. And my… Continue reading
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And that, Dear Reader, was Pretty Much That
Last year, when I had my windows redone so they were less rickety old bits of wood and more newfangled bits of plastic, I caused the salesman some consternation by insisting on a bathroom window that opened horizontally so I could look out on the city whilst doing my business. This week, as I sat… Continue reading
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A Walk Out to Greetwell Church. For a loop.
I’m not going to lie; I’m struggling with the weekly blog thing. My urn of cider is now happily bubbling away wrapped in a Vote Lebowski 2020 t-shirt in my bedroom so that’s that particular vat of content sealed away until March at the earliest. There’s been all kinds of action at the orchard site… Continue reading
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Back to the Cider Press
Last week’s account of my intrepid expedition to an orchard was read a lot more times than my normal drivel. Obviously, that’s massively flattering but also a bit unnerving. Even if my mum read it even more times than she normally does, there’s probably at least five new punters wondering what the hell they’re wasting… Continue reading
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Why You Should Always Wear the Right Shoes when Fleeing Witches
As planned, this week’s post is a follow up to the critically unacclaimed Cider Making for Amateurs. Except it isn’t, because my demi-johns haven’t been delivered yet despite the fact that they were allegedly posted weeks ago. I’ve never let a lack of content stop me before though so I’m writing anyway. Plough on, dear… Continue reading
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Under Lincoln Bypass
Bypasses are odd things. I suppose as a pedestrian, I’m not really their target audience. To me, they feel like urban grumpiness made flesh/tarmac. They snake around cities that want to ward off gawkers and outsiders and are apparently prepared to pay hundreds of millions of pounds for the privilege. They’re not a modern phenomenon.… Continue reading
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Cider Making for Weedy Amateurs
Here’s a fascinating fact. Apples have so much natural yeast on their skins that if you leave them alone, they’ll just alcoholise themselves. That’s definitely true and proves that cider (hard cider to my American friends) is the natural way that God intended apples to be consumed. Probably. I’m fairly certain I read that somewhere… Continue reading
Years gone by
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About Me
I’ve been writing about orchards and Lincolnshire heritage apples for over five years and still don’t know my arse from my elbow. This blog is supposed to be an almost humorous record of my attempts to raise apple trees in a field just outside Louth. Mrs Toogood is just one of the lost varieties I probably won’t find.
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The Appeal of Mrs Toogood 