Robin Longbottom
Oakworth
Sunday, August 4, 2013 15:23 |
Sutton Gooseberry Show
Many readers will have heard of the famous Egton Bridge Gooseberry Show, which has now been running for some 300 years. Well apparently Sutton also had a Gooseberry Show. In August 1840 it was won by Mr Robert Barritt of Sutton, who exhibited a gooseberry of the London variety, with a weight of 29 dwts 7 grains (about 1.5 oz or 45.5 grams).
Are there any gooseberry growers left in Sutton these days. It would be interesting to know if anyone can beat Mr Barritt's winning goosegob. Yes, they should be in season about now. |
David Laycock
Monday, August 5, 2013 02:26 |
They always had the goose gobs at the The Royal Sutton Show, I remember my Dad used to do pretty well with his. He would protect his bushes better than the Royal Mint from the thieving birds (Winged ones). Don't laugh, it was not unknown for a "wanderer" to pop into the allotments across from Crag View! |
Robin Longbottom
Oakworth
Monday, August 5, 2013 06:44 |
David, that reminds me of the tale about the local farmer who was caught in an allotment up Crag Lane. "Whats tha doin'?", asked the allotment holder. "I'm helping missien to a few veg", replied the farmer, "But this is my allotment", the owner complained. "Aye, well tha helps thissen to mi mushrooms and mi blackberries, so I thought I'd have a cabbage or two", came the response. |
David Laycock
Monday, August 5, 2013 12:01 |
Ah like it Robin! |
Tony Ingham
Sutton
Monday, August 5, 2013 12:36 |
Robin, Your Terry up at Valley Farm say's he has some goosegobs as big as top stones
He says he dropped one on his foot, and is now in Airedale Hospital with a broken foot
Doctor said they would have to cut his toe nails first because the toe nails are 6ins long and growing underneath his foot. I expect the other foot will be the same.
GET WELL SOON TERRY. |
Terry Longbottom
Valley
Monday, August 5, 2013 13:17 |
Tony you are a perpetrator of in exactitudes.
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Andrew Monkhouse
Hanoi, Vietnam
Monday, August 5, 2013 15:52 |
I guess the age old favourite Robin was (is) apple scrumping.
In the early 70s me and me mate (I think Robert Davy) were preparing to 'raid' an apple tree in the front garden of a house somewhere around the back of the Kings Arms one evening. The owner of the house must have been eyeballing us in the dark because he suddenly came out of the front door and scared us half to death. But it was what he said that took us by surprise. He was very polite and invited us up to the tree to pick as many apples as we liked. We were VERY wary as we slowly approached the tree thinking he was trying to lull us into a trap and that he would somehow snare us and then beat the living bejesus out of us. But all went well and we filled our pockets, thanked him and left.
Half an hour later and feeling nauseous from eating too many apples, we decided that the owner had spoilt our fun by taking away the challenge of scrumping his tree, so we returned and sneaked back up to his apple tree. We were just reaching up to the branches when the front door burst open and he bolted straight for us. I don't know who he was but he was crimson-faced, definitely enraged and in no mood for talking. He chased us half way to Bairstow's mill before he ran out of breath and we lived to see another day! |
Robin Longbottom
Oakworth
Monday, August 5, 2013 17:58 |
Andrew, the apples in the front garden at Rose Cottage were cookers, you'd have been better going around the back for the pears. Can't imagine who it was that caught you, but he was obviously a bit of a sport. |
Tony Ingham
Sutton
Monday, August 5, 2013 18:58 |
TERRY, Please translate your Latin message into english,non poso caperi niente. |
Terry Longbottom
Valley
Monday, August 5, 2013 22:48 |
Tony whisht wi tha |
Andrew Monkhouse
Hanoi, Vietnam
Tuesday, August 6, 2013 02:26 |
Yes, the pear tree at the back of the King’s Arms was a beauty. The pears would fall outside the boundary fence line making them easy pickings.
The apple tree in question was (from memory) somewhere along North Rd on the left hand side heading towards Bent Lane and they were definitely ‘eaters’. But we never went back after Psycho Sam chased and soooooo nearly caught us.
Me oportet exercere meam linguam latinam (I need to practise my Latin!)
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