Lincolnshire
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Caving in to the Haters
Last month somebody I once considered a friend made accusations about the honesty of this blog, specifically alleging that it was impossible to dig a hole three foot deep with only two spades. “You need an angle to get the mud out,” he said. “What you’re describing just wouldn’t work.” Well, check out the picture Continue reading
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August: those Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer
This is the first of a new style of journal-like blog entries that I’ve been inspired to try after reading too many books by John Lewis-Stempel. The plan is to intersperse them with my normal adventures but, so far at least, adventures have been notable only by their absence. Still, by cunningly setting a low Continue reading
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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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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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Fuelled by Haslet
For want of anything better to do with a fortnight of barely deserved annual leave, this week I decided to go apple hunting. I’m nearly two years in to this project and I’m yet to make any progress towards recovering Lincolnshire’s lost appley heritage. The list of missing varieties has about 40 entries but there’s Continue reading
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Spreadsheets
After the breathless thrill ride of my last two posts, this week’s offering largely concerns a spreadsheet. Everyone loves a spreadsheet, by which I of course mean my friend Bethan loves a spreadsheet. I’ve changed her name slightly to protect her identity, not that she, or indeed anyone else, reads this nonsense. That’ll teach me 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 