The labrador
OH, hard luck! That was a close one, you almost hit it. Next time, eh? Keep that chin uuuuuuup… oops! Sorry, didn’t mean to yawn. Must be the early start. Nothing to do with the workload. I’m perfectly happy waiting for those big retrieves coming my way, any minute now.
Was that your stomach rumbling or mine? Now, I don’t mean to complain, but are you sure my breakfast was as big as it should be? I only mention it because I feel famished and it wasn’t all that long ago. I’m using a lot more energy these days, remember, what with all this peg work, so I wonder if that should be reflected in my portions. Food for thought.
Now, here’s a corker! Right overhead! You’ve got this! You—Ah. Bad luck. He was a nimble fellow and I may have put you off with all my tail wagging. Don’t lose faith, something will… is it just me or is Bracken over there on peg seven smirking? The nerve! Don’t you take any notice of him, he’s not worth your time. At least you’re not a dark-yellow labrador parading about as a fox red. And I don’t want to spread rumours, but I saw him snaffle a sandwich from a child’s plate on the shoot last Saturday. Poor child. A mature Cheddar with Branston pickle on thick white bloomer, gone in a flash…
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Kitchen garden cook - Apples
'Sweet and crisp, apples are the epitome of autumn flavour'
The original Mr Rochester
Three classic houses in North Yorkshire have come to the market; the owner of one inspired Charlotte Brontë to write Jane Eyre
Get it write
Desks, once akin to instruments of torture for scribes, have become cherished repositories of memories and secrets. Matthew Dennison charts their evolution
'Sloes hath ben my food'
A possible paint for the Picts and a definite culprit in tea fraud, the cheek-suckingly sour sloe's spiritual home is indisputably in gin, says John Wright
Souvenirs of greatness
FOR many years, some large boxes have been stored and forgotten in the dark recesses of the garage. Unpacked last week, the contents turned out to be pots: some, perhaps, nearing a century old—dense terracotta, of interesting provenance.
Plants for plants' sake
The garden at Hergest Croft, Herefordshire The home of Edward Banks The Banks family is synonymous with an extraordinary collection of trees and shrubs, many of which are presents from distinguished friends, garnered over two centuries. Be prepared to be amazed, says Charles Quest-Ritson
Capturing the castle
Seventy years after Christian Dior’s last fashion show in Scotland, the brand returned under creative director Maria Grazia Chiuri for a celebratory event honouring local craftsmanship, the beauty of the land and the Auld Alliance, explains Kim Parker
Nature's own cathedral
Our tallest native tree 'most lovely of all', the stately beech creates a shaded environment that few plants can survive. John Lewis-Stempel ventures into the enchanted woods
All that money could buy
A new book explores the lost riches of London's grand houses. Its author, Steven Brindle, looks at the residences of plutocrats built by the nouveaux riches of the late-Victorian and Edwardian ages
In with the old
Diamonds are meant to sparkle in candlelight, but many now gather dust in jewellery boxes. To wear them today, we may need to reimagine them, as Hetty Lintell discovers with her grandmother's jewellery
