2019
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Some corner of a (not so foreign) field
Louth is a lovely place. Little shops, winding streets, and comfortable benches everywhere offering a brief sit down and space for a gobfull of pork pie. My parents have lived here since time immemorial (1974) and I did too when I was a youngster who still had hopes and dreams. Now they’ve all gone, it Continue reading
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In memoriam Lincolnshire Roadcar
No heroic venture comes without its trials and setbacks. I understand that. Mine came in the shape of a morbidly obese black cat selfishly demanding his breakfast whilst I was trying to have a preparatory lie in. Obviously, I gave in immediately. There’s no reasoning with cats. Once Stan was munching away on his cat Continue reading
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The National Apple Register of the United Kingdom: a brief special bonus episode
I returned home from work this afternoon to find a brown parcel leaning rakishly against my front door. I wasn’t expecting anything else, so I immediately assumed it must be my copy of the National Apple Register of the United Kingdom and dived inside with it clasped lovingly to my chest. It was heavy. That Continue reading
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Cross O’Cliff Orchard
This has been a big week for my blog. An extensive advertising/begging campaign on social media has resulted in me building a small community of follower (my sister) and a group of friends who felt obligated to click on the link and who are now justifiably concerned about my mental health. I’m taking my new Continue reading
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Windmills of England
My plan this week was to track down the William Ingall and describe how I moved it to its plush new home along the canal path to Ticklepenny Lock. Unfortunately, events decided not to transpire in accordance with my design. Crawling around my friend Martin’s field and finding the last traces of the Ingall is Continue reading
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William Ingall’s Finest Creation. Probably.
Here goes then. I’ve got the list and I’ve got a bus pass. Show me an extinct apple and I’ll be on my way. Scanning the list, I decided the obvious first choice for my investigative powers was the William Ingall. The fact that it was developed in a no doubt top secret lab near Continue reading
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So what’s it all about?
A few years ago, two things happened that are basically to blame for this blog. First, my dad bought a field just outside my home town of Louth. It’s about 11 acres of bumpy grassland with a river running through it. Not a big river, but big enough to qualify. Second, I spent about half Continue reading
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The Journey Begins
I’ve always wanted to write a blog but I’ve never really had anything to say. The only things I’m interested in are the sort of things that don’t matter and no-one cares about and there’s surprisingly little interest in blogs about that sort of stuff. I know. I was shocked too. Then it occurred to Continue reading
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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.
The Appeal of Mrs Toogood 