Living Poetry

Well it’s National Poetry day… There really is no other choice for a poem in the Gardens today. Keats definitely had it right autumn is ‘conspiring…. to bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees’ and more. For your delectation then:  Colonel Vaughan apples (1600) and Keats’ poem To Autumn SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close…

Dig, crush, drink, eat

Fresh as fresh as fresh… Our harvest apple celebration is fast approaching. It’s been positively Isaac-Newton-like here with apples from our heritage orchard plopping, heavy and ripe, to the ground. This year, as well as all the lovely entertainment, displays and activities, we want to invite visitors to get some really fresh tastes from our,and their own, gardens.…