by Rwth of Cornovii » Sat Jun 15, 2019 12:23 pm
As long as it wasn't abusive or violent, just relax. I'm sure they will benefit from your wisdom and experience.
There's a great apple collection Brogdale, across the estuary at Faversham, which has the National collection of apples. 2000 + varieties. We grew lots in South Shropshire, including cider apples, including Tom Putts. There was one yellow cooker that was dual purpose. You had to pick it carefully because it was so soft you could dent the surface by light finger pressure. My auntie said it 'went abroad' when you cooked it, because it turned into puree very easily. We called it Scotch Bridget, but my brother told me it was a Pippin.
One year, I arrived at Brogdale in Octogre to find it was apple day. There was a huge barn with saucers on tables with all the varieties set out in order of type. At one end, an enormous shelf unit divided into cells had a different apple in each cell. When you looked at it from the opposite end, it had turned into a mosaic picture of an apple. I later discovered when I visited my artist second cousin up by Margate, that his wife had designed it. She was a pretty good artist herself.
I've been to a rehearsal this morning, where I had to count a lot of beats between playing and not playing. Nice hymns, and 3 pieces by Haydn, Corelli and Purcell respectively.
As long as it wasn't abusive or violent, just relax. I'm sure they will benefit from your wisdom and experience.
There's a great apple collection Brogdale, across the estuary at Faversham, which has the National collection of apples. 2000 + varieties. We grew lots in South Shropshire, including cider apples, including Tom Putts. There was one yellow cooker that was dual purpose. You had to pick it carefully because it was so soft you could dent the surface by light finger pressure. My auntie said it 'went abroad' when you cooked it, because it turned into puree very easily. We called it Scotch Bridget, but my brother told me it was a Pippin.
One year, I arrived at Brogdale in Octogre to find it was apple day. There was a huge barn with saucers on tables with all the varieties set out in order of type. At one end, an enormous shelf unit divided into cells had a different apple in each cell. When you looked at it from the opposite end, it had turned into a mosaic picture of an apple. I later discovered when I visited my artist second cousin up by Margate, that his wife had designed it. She was a pretty good artist herself.
I've been to a rehearsal this morning, where I had to count a lot of beats between playing and not playing. Nice hymns, and 3 pieces by Haydn, Corelli and Purcell respectively.