143. Walnuts update...

It's been a good Summer for our walnut trees - the photo shows both whips that we bought. They have been in the ground 18 months now. The ones I grew from seed are much smaller but growing.

What is really heartening is that when Mum came to visit a month or so ago she found a couple of walnuts growing on a tree only two hundred metres from here. So, walnuts at Farlands are possible!

You can see the four turkeys if you look closely; they are (turkey)-lurking in the background.

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