One of the reasons that I chose the medlar for Tree Following is that it will ensure I visit it at least once a month. This may sound like a) Cliffe is a vast estate of 100,ooo acres which, even though I use a quadbike to get from folly to ha-ha, I still couldn’t cover in less than six months or b) I am very lazy and spend all day making daisy chains on the lawn. The truth however is c) it lives at the top of a steep incline, tucked in behind a tall hedge, where there is little that needs tending throughout the summer months. For this reason it is rarely visited until at some point in autumn we remember the fruit and hot foot it up the hill to see what has been going on. This scheme has morphed into my very own fitness programme and soon I shall be up and down the slope like a seasoned fell runner. By the end of the project I will undoubtedly have thighs of iron and I shall make a DVD and call it The Medlar Method.
So what has been going on in medlar land? Well it has gone from zero to hero in the last month, sprouting exuberantly all over, even at the base of the trunk. I suppose the sensible thing to do would be to rub this shoot out, this is not a good place for a branch to grow. Another decision; sense over sentiment.