Thursday, 7 January 2016
There is an old orchard in a housing estate in Whickham, the town down the road from Sunniside where we live. No one seems to pick the apples, of which there are always plenty. I hadn't picked any myself until last month when I drove past and saw the ground covered with apples. My assumption was that most would be at best bruised if not turning to mush. But when I returned to have a closed look, I found many were in good shape and many of the bruised ones were not too far gone. The latter could be used for fodder for the goats (they love apples) and the good ones could be used for cooking and making reserves.
It took me less than half an hour to fill 4 sacks and there were still lots to gather. I may return soon to get what's left.
It is remarkable however that this fantastic resource is being left by everyone to rot.