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Nether Holbrook Farm, Rutland. Shepherd, gosherd, keeper of hens & other livestock. Heritage fruit orchard. Growing & preserving my own organic food. Interested in art, history, landscape, nature, gardening & rural life. Owned by emus. #RoseWednesday 🌹
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A rainy morning in Uppingham market square
Toffee apples made with Ellison's Orange dessert apples picked this afternoon. A traditional Bonfire Night treat 🔥🧨
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A lovely evening at @north_luffenham village #GuyFawkesNight celebration. A huge bonfire, sparklers, mulled wine & fireworks. Even the rain stayed away though it was very mild. Back now for baked potatoes & bangers & a rare treat - homemade Ellison's Orange toffee apples!
The pigs runs are belly deep in mud now & hairy pigs like kune-kunes soon get covered in it. I spent a few hours with some spare pallets & made a couple of platforms for them to stand on above the mire. They seem pretty popular (the pigs have full access to the mud if they want).
Children would make effigies & ask for small donations that were sold to buy fireworks and/or sweets. They would make them up to a week in advance to try to earn as many pennies as possible before Guy Fawkes night on 5th November 🧨
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such a shame. I know which one I prefer 🧨✨️
Whatever happened to 'penny for the Guy'? Ubiquitous in my childhood. Effigies of Guy Fawkes dressed out in old clothes & stuffed with straw touted around in an old pram, wheelbarrow or handmade go-kart. A friend called it an extortion racket run by small children! Happy days 🧨
In the grey light of an overcast morning, a warm glow from late season apples, waiting to be harvested. This is Pope's Scarlet Costard. A rare but beautiful variety. Raised as a red sport of the old Medieval apple Costard by William Pope of Welford Park, Newbury early 19th C. 🍎🌱🍂
Ethereal sky as the light fades at the end of a grey windy day. The last ash leaves clinging on to the bitter end
Pink sunset sky with waxing moon
The last of the Horse Chestnut leaves. Falling fast now 🍂🌱
this one spans the Welland Valley floodplain & watermeadows
A few good pubs locally to warm the cockles as you go too (George & Dragon, Seaton for example)
.. & then a sight to lift the spirits. On the way home a moody view of the Harringworth to Seaton viaduct. What a treasure. 🧵end
Some good news to end my wander. The little patch of Winter (Trumpet) Chanterelles have started growing down among the leaves. I will return in a few weeks to see if there are enough for a tiny harvest. Freshly picked Chanterelles on toast are worth waiting for.....
A reminder that while the soil is ancient in most worked forests, the trees are ephemeral. Back down the escarpment now & a few more fungi to enjoy. A faded Purple Brittlegill, Blusher, Rosy Bonnet & the beautiful, golden Stagshorn on a dead stump.
Instead of searching for fungi friends I turn away & wander off through another section cleared a few years back & now overgrown with brambles, hiding a once thriving patch of hedgehog mushrooms, now also lost.
.but I am shocked to encounter a familiar tract of Birch & Oak which has been cleared since my last visit. Only a few tall, thin, Oak remain. The trees I know & love gone (even the one with baubles) & the rich area of fungi churned up by tyres. An overwhelming sense of sadness
Through the carpet of leaves there are treasures to be found. Part of the joy of wandering through the woods involves looking for fungi. I know the places where, in a good year, edible varieties lurk. It has been very dry but new life is emerging. Here, an Ochre Brittlegill
Onwards towards the sight I had come for; my favourite part of the wood, the grove of Beech trees. Nothing beats the sight of a group of mature Beech trees in autumn. The copper, gold & green colours of the leaves are simply magical. A pause to look up in awe & wonder 🍂
Up the escarpment on a narrow track through deciduous Larch, their yellowing needles carpeting the still dry ground. In the distance dogs bark & race through the undergrowth before being called back to their owners. Here it is quiet apart from the rustle of wind through the trees..
A rare mast year for the Sessile Oaks the ground is carpeted in acorns. I collected a handful to grow on at home. I already have young Pedunculate (English) Oak trees grown from acorns so it will be good for a few of our other native species to join them. Pockets full I walk on..