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Sunday, 17 July 2011

In praise of blueberries

Blueberry or bilberry (Vaccinium myrtillus) and I go back a long time, at least forty years.  Some of my earliest memories are of eating wild blueberries in the Tartra Mountains in the South of Poland.   Famished on a cold war diet (and we were only visiting mind), we gorged on the fresh fruits gleaned off the mountain side.  In my teenage years we found berries on Surrey heathland.  These were the wild species with fruit of just 5-10mm diameter.  It took ages to gather a bowl full.  In more recent years, our young children were fed blueberries whilst being carried up King Hereford’s Tump in the Black Mountains.  We also found blueberries all over the mountains of Assynt.  Looking for the next patch of berries lured the children up and then down mountains, in good humour.  Berries and clear mountain air now go hand in hand with the next generation.
Our first attempts at growing blueberries were in patio pots but with a North facing garden, the yields were low.  I think we celebrated just 10 berries in the first year.  These plants were the Highbush variety, derived from Vaccinum corymbosum, the American wild blueberry.  We moved house, purchased more bushes for the children to raid, though we have to stop them from picking unripe berries. 
We had long realised that plants in pots are a pain in the backside in terms of watering and feeding.  Our original plants looked thin and weedy, yielding few fruits.  So last autumn, I finally put into action our plan for a bed of super fruit outside the kitchen door.  A brick edge was laid to form a South facing bed about 1m wide by 5m in length.  There had been concrete slabs and granular stone over the area before, laid over the original topsoil.  This poor exhausted topsoil was skimmed off to a depth of 20cm or so and put to one side.  I then dug out 40cm depth of heavy clay subsoil, which went to the council recycling yard.  The topsoil was broken up and mixed with any organic matter I could get hold of:  from our own compost bins, old plant pots plus some locally made stuff.  I also added lots of horticultural grit, all to get the soil well drained and to try to modify the original clay nature of the soil (we’re on limestone).  The beds were left fallow over winter and planted this spring with our four blueberries: ‘Patriot’ x 2; ‘Rubel’; ’Duke’.
In winter I pruned out the oldest growth from the original two bushes and this has rejuvenated the plants splendidly. The blueberries in our garden are now providing dozens of fruit a day for eating.  The three varieties ripen at different times, which spread the yield through July and August.     In the long term we shall continue to added compost and grit and flower of sulphur to acidify the soil.
In my professional capacity, we use blueberries in planters on roof gardens and patios at elderly care homes and in primary schools.  The plants provide super-fruit ripening at the end of the summer term for children to pick plus there is glorious autumn colour.

Sunday, 5 June 2011

New to the AFLA website

Our recent appointments have included numerous housing projects, information about these can now been found on our website.  Visit our website, http://www.afla.co.uk/, to see more!   If you would like to receive our regular postcard mailings showcasing exciting and interesting new projects, please email info@afla.co.uk.  We'd be delighted to include you in any future postcard and email mailings.

Monday, 23 May 2011

Ash trees - May 2011

We found a fabulous old ash tree at Batcombe Vale camp site, hollow in the centre and large enough to climb through, up into the crown of the tree.  Which is exactly what our kids did, inspired no doubt by ‘The Faraway Tree’. 

How old was the tree I wondered?  I am no tree expert, so a little on-line research found an old Ordnance Survey map dating to 1886.  There on the map was a line of trees, just where our specimen is.  So at least 125 years old but probably much older.   Companions to this tree can be spotted around the coombe where the camp site lies. 

The tree has been pollarded in the past – now the management appears to be crown reduction, to keep the weight of branches down.  With a hollow centre, large branches could break the tree apart.

The children and I loved climbing the tree.  Height gives a different perspective of the world and it is always fun to call out to people whilst hidden up a tree.  After the ash tree, the children then climbed some conifers and got really high off the ground.  They enjoyed the sensation of the tree swaying in the wind but didn’t like the scratchy branches so much.  They did report an empty nest though which reminds me of stories my dad told of tree climbing and egg collecting in the 1940’s.  According to his brother (my uncle) he had gibbon like qualities and would climb the highest trees, carving his name at the top as proof of the ascent.    His brother would climb the tree in disbelief, only to find AIF carved in a neat Roman script.

Which brings me to my last thought – is it ok to carve your name in bark?  I suppose if you own or  grew the tree it is.  But at other times?  Sometimes, it interesting to see old initials and hearts carved into bark (beech appear to be favourite canvasses) but raw lettering in a messy script much less romantic.

Tuesday, 29 March 2011

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Welcome to our new blog.  We're going to keep it updated with news - exciting new projects, developments and opportunities.  Keep an eye out for our news, or come and visit our website http://www.afla.co.uk/ for more specific afla-related info!

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Alex and Kim