Saturday, November 07, 2009


A box of apples, Fiestas.  Some twenty years ago, we were given a fan-trained apple, a retirement gift  for which my father-in -law had no wall space.  We then established espalier pears and felt that cordons would complete the set - we have a very narrow garden with plenty of brick wall to cover.

What we did not grasp was that some apples are too vigorous for cordons and that, as the years pass, they will grow in their own way.  Thus, our neighbour reported that a good crop of Fiests was ripening on their side of our wall, from the top growth of our tree.  This week she brought round the last ones to fall, a surprising late bounty.

Another pair of navy mittens, this time in an acrylic/wool mix, bought in Wigton, where I had gone hoping to identify some of the places in Melvin Bragg's "A Son of War".  And a very depressed little place it is, especially in drizzle.  I cheered myself up with a trip to Caldbeck, lunch at the Priest's Mill and a tour of the Wool Clip shop. 
Last week, my birthday brought a bounty of a different kind.  My family like to find mail order suppliers of delicious things to send us.  We have had a parcel of venison before now, and one year my husband was in raptures over a hamper of baked goods delivered by the local WI Market.  Smoked fish from Loch Fyne is always welcome.  This year my sister sent a box of breakfast items from  We started in on the sausage and black pudding and have enjoyed bacon sandwiches through the week.  The porridge oats may be destined for flapjack..  But the most surprising thing was the insulation in the box, sent by next day delivery, not the post.  It is made of wool, looks like Herdwick,  scoured and processed into a flat layer and encased in food-grade plastic.  They suggest some further uses for this, such as seat pads.  We'll see.

Finally, a sampler from my small collection.  in this case, from Norway, the work of one Kari Svenkerad, part of a group I picked up by chance in a junkshop in Nysbyen some years ago.  Probably these are the evidence of a school curriculum preparing girls for a life of make do and mend, and not in a good way.  This one has such clean graphic lines it is like a piece of drawing, but they are different ways of darning cloth.  Whoever Kari was, she was a great needlewoman.


Lynne said...

Lovely looking apples. Crisp anyone?

Amelia said...

Thank you for the link to needled!! it will be a maud indeed (if only in name and sentiment because i have already doubled the fabric over and sewn it so i think that it's a tad small for an actual maud but that is what it is now called).

x Amelia

Jane and Paddy said...

We have a friend - both Quaker and Servas - at Wigton. The Meeting house is large as it used to be the hall for the school.
I have been cooking again, having almost given up for several years after we left Kings langley! Today made soup with tomatoes from the market at a special price, and two flans. Paddy is in Birmingham working on a choo which is doing a main line run on Saturday.
Our house still looks the same, encased in scaffolding, but the pointing is almost done. Indoors we have achieved an unprecedented level of tidiness!
Had some great bright days interspersed with ghastly dark wet ones - today was the latter.
Glad you get nice food parcels! We used to get Canadian apples at Christmas time, but are no longer in touch with these Paddy rellies.