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It was my 30th this week and Ding arranged a surprise trip out for me! I knew she’d planned something but not what, or where. I got a wee hint when she gave me instructions to bring my oyster card … Continue reading →

Went foraging again today – 2 mile bike ride (slowly, kept stopping to pick things). They escaped the bags but bottom left are rose hips, top middle are haws (from the hawthorne) plus leaves from the same (not edible, just … Continue reading →

Four mile round trip and I only turned around because my chain fell off briefly. I got another 500g wild apples so another batch of hedgerow jelly (this time just elderberries and sloes) on the go.

I realise I’ve just written a huge post but I’ve been reading through this Blog of Ages and thought I’d summarise August since 2004. 2004: We go on holiday to the French Alps, I lament my lack of French and … Continue reading →

When I was little, I had a book. In fact, I still have this book – I can reach out now and pluck it from my bookcase. It’s lost its dust cover but is otherwise serviceable, despite my younger self … Continue reading →

Plum jam syrup! (it didn’t set…) Plums bought from a honest box – £1 a kilo. Bargainicous. May have to re-boil it today to try and set it again  :/ Hedgerow jelly! The only purchased items were two gala apples … Continue reading →

Oh… ok I am. I’m number 724,605. That was about 5 minutes ago – now it’s 800 people higher. http://www.fishfight.net/ Around half of all fish caught are through back dead. As I can’t even apparently cope with the idea of … Continue reading →

If you are going to be a dark lord, be a reliable one. None of this unreliable split your soul up into sections rubbish.

1138 + 894 + 746 + 536 + 593 (the three smallest together) = 3907g of courgette. That’s 8.6lbs in old money – weight of larger than average baby, and grown from too-small-to-eat to marrow in a week. And that’s … Continue reading →

It’s how does he get in the box. Only one front leg and he does this regularly. Alfie, the anti-escapologist.