I recently wrote this article for the newsletter of the Northern Fruit Group . . . Propagation I have been a regular at the Dewhurst allotments for four years. Four long, hard winters of digging and mulching. Four summers of weeding. I exaggerate. Dewhurst gets better weather than the Costa Del Sol, not that I’ve ever been there, or would admit it if I had. More importantly, I have learnt a great deal. Winter pruning of orchard trees, the modified lorette system for restricted forms, the difference between a minarette and a ballerina. How Hilary makes apple juice, what Peter eats for breakfast. The surprising science-art of grafting. And I have caught the bug. The magic of working with fruit trees. Outside, in the air, in the soil. We need the trees, for our wellbeing, but what I also love, is that the trees need us. Mankind. Without human agency, the wonderful heterogeneity of fruit trees – over 2 000 cultivars in the UK, over 200 at Dewhurst – would be