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Apricot season.

Here’s how I spent the weekend: bottling apricots (courtesy of friends Pete and Steph’s magnificent garden) plus apple puree (fruit from roger) with blackberries (also from Pete).  Sixteen jars of wonderful harvest to keep for the coming months. Coincidentally, last…

Apricot season.

Here’s how I spent the weekend: bottling apricots (courtesy of friends Pete and Steph’s magnificent garden) plus apple puree (fruit from roger) with blackberries (also from Pete).  Sixteen jars of wonderful harvest to keep for the coming months. Coincidentally, last…

Summer fruitfulness.

This week I’ve been recording more recipes for the national Talking News Federation.  They offer all the local Talking News organisations a recipe a month, plus the usual news and information, so I treated them to bottled apricots, chocolate truffle…

Summer fruitfulness.

This week I’ve been recording more recipes for the national Talking News Federation.  They offer all the local Talking News organisations a recipe a month, plus the usual news and information, so I treated them to bottled apricots, chocolate truffle…

Mystery clinks.

I’ve been hearing it all weekend.   In a distant room, the sounds of small objects dropping on to a table top.   Not just one or two but several repeated, intermittent distinctive clinks over an hour or so.   Very eerie! The…

Listen up.

Something for your ears.  This is the link to the audio podcast I did with Dave (who is also blind) last week.  To get rid of the adverts click ‘skip’. Latest adventure. After I’d wandered out of the pool,…

Listen up.

Something for your ears.  This is the link to the audio podcast I did with Dave (who is also blind) last week.  To get rid of the adverts click ‘skip’. Latest adventure. After I’d wandered out of the pool,…

Death from heat exhaustion?

One of my precious apple trees hit the dust (literally) this week.  The Worcester Pearmain was laden with fruit waiting to grow and ripen but took a header on to the lawn.  It was at least 150 years old, the…

Death from heat exhaustion?

One of my precious apple trees hit the dust (literally) this week.  The Worcester Pearmain was laden with fruit waiting to grow and ripen but took a header on to the lawn.  It was at least 150 years old, the…

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