The speakers work, are wooden, and would be big enough to bury a bloodhound in. I have been trying to get rid of them for years. Today Les of the Sparrow came and took them away. 

The apple grafts were of twigs I cut yesterday. Two of them are the ‘cinnemon’ apples from the junction of Green Road and Cliffe Lane, that I have blogged about every year; the other two are big, semi cookers.