The comments facility has been switch off. I tried it for a week. My life is too busy to think about if there has been a posting, what has been posted and compose a response. I started the blog as a kind of diary. The blog is only a very small portion of what I would write in a diary given that is so public but it has proved quite useful in providing record of activities of the allotment.
One such record is that I personally heard a cuckoo at the weekend. Other people have told me they have heard it but wanted my own experience. H and I were sat in the garden just having a minute before dinner when the Cuckoo chimed in with it's familiar song. We sat there for about five minutes listening. It is not a very complicated song but strangely hypnotic. Why is the Cuckoo a big deal? Two reasons:
A. They are in decline
B. Tradition has it that last year's harvest of apple juice should be ready to drink as Cider when the first Cuckoo sings.
I can tell you it is ready. I will be bottling it this weekend coming and no doubt measuring it strength by my special method i.e having many glasses and trying to remember when the Cider took effect. I do not test it for my own benefit but for the guest drinkers. We have had a few epic adventures with home brew. So beware if you offered a tipple.
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