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Dr Finlay’s Walking Stick: A visit to the playground

A Pile of Sticks

A Visit to the Playground

Fin’s Fourth Adventure

May 4th 2017

National Walking Month

Star Wars Day (May the Fourth be with you) started like most others with the sun rising somewhere else and arriving like a bus to the right of Dr Finlay’s caravan.

Fin would be waiting outside ready for another adventure and this morning Dr Finlay was in a better place, a kinder place, a gentler place.

Dr Finlay had been wondering if Fin was lonely, did he miss his other sticks?  Perhaps they could go and visit a place nearby and he could show Fin that if he needed them that other sticks were close by for a stick fight or a pooh stick race, although Fin was a bit big for that now. But you never lose your inner pooh stick, thought Dr Finlay. Fin was thinking this too and had recently been reminded of how much fun young sticks have and that perhaps he wasn’t having enough fun himself.

So off they went on a short stroll to the Farm’s Playground where they found the sticks that had recently all got together to make a den, a shelter, a place to hide safe from the intrusions of the outside world.

They all lay there in a straight line, piled up, but perhaps at night or when no-one was watching they would get up and dance and play, perhaps…

Dr Finlay then took Fin over to the Vicars Orchard so that they got some proper walking done and a chance to see some trees being trees together.

Dr Finlay noticed that he was getting used to Fin and the initial awkwardness of holding a funny stick was disappearing.  Fin and he were getting acquainted.

Tomorrow as they say was to be another day.

And tomorrow they would be joined on their walk by their first guest.

—Dr Finlay
May 4th 2017

 

 

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Vicar’s Orchard

Damsons, plums, greengages, cherries, nectarines, peaches, pears, apples and medlars: seven hundred and twenty trees in Vicar’s Orchard: mostly of local varieties. The orchard was first laid out and planted in 2008. Lots of local people came to help plant it. Next year we will be inviting them back to see how their trees have grown. It will be the tenth anniversary of planting, though the trees will be twelve years old. After planting, the orchard got a bit neglected and the labels on the trees wore off, so we didn’t know which was which. We had to recreate the grid on which the trees were laid out. We did this using recycled roof tiles painted with letters and numbers. Then we could match the printed plan to the actual trees. After that I inscribed 710 aluminium labels naming the trees, giving each of them an address and set them twinkling in the branches.

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Some trees had died, so last year we used a memorial fund for Daniel Gomm to purchase replacements in his memory. His relatives and friends came to plant 32 of them. Each tree has to be staked, fitted with a rabbit guard, swaddled with a mulch mat, manured and given a couple of cans of water, so planting a tree is quite hard work, and the orchard soil is often very stony. This year we planted another 12 trees and there are still a few gaps left to fill.

Under Darren’s guidance, Dave pruned the trees this year, and Mary and I scraped up the prunings. Many prunings on the ground had been gnawed, so we decided to pile them around the edge of the orchard, hoping that rabbits and voles would gnaw these rather than the trees themselves. Dave was awarded the title of Supreme Shit Shoveller of the Year, for barrowing over 700 loads of manure, one for each tree. Rabbit guards had to be checked frequently, leaning trees straightened with stakes, and weeds strimmed around the trees – and all this recorded in the orchard log which keeps track of each tree.

Shit award

Blossoming in the orchard starts with the damsons and plums, followed by the cherries, nectarines and peaches and by the end of April the apples and pears are in bloom. There’s some mowing to do but until fruit picking time it’s now mainly down to the bees.

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Roger Gomm