2021
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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
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New Year’s Resolutions
It’s the New Year and a boringly obvious time for reflecting on times past and planning for times future. If you don’t want to read my ruminations, come back next week for more of the traditional low-rent apple excitement. Sort of. I started writing this nonsense in 2019 which makes this the beginning of Season 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 