40 days ago
The thing about dogs arse fruit, Nottingham Medlars in polite society, is that you need to wait until they are bletted ( that is to say gone beyond ripe towards rotten) before you pick them. Explaining that to my assistant, son and heir Joshua, made it hard to convince him to taste one.
1646 days ago
When we arrived here two years ago, the grass, ferns and nettles were more than six foot high in bits of the small field above the barns. You could not see the gate fence and chicken shed at the end of the field which separated it from our upper meadow which goes all the way to the churchyard. The glass-filled ruins of an ancient shed just before the chicken shed were hidden from view. I had no idea it existed. What a difference two years makes. This is the field onto which five of our neighbours must look at from their houses and it was one of them who made my week by saying thank you a couple of days ago. So what does it look like now?
