When I was growing up, we regularly dog walked along a disused “Beeching” railway line. Not only was the embankment covered with brambles but some way along, there was a dessert apple tree which, wearing the rose coloured spectacles of childhood, was laden with apples every autumn. My parents told us it must have grown from an apple core tossed out of a train: a story that really appealed to me. And so, several decades later, I still experience a little thrill on discovering an apple tree bordering a former railway line. And here in Cumbria, luckily, there are several.
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| The Waverley Line |
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| The Sidings |
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| A bumper crop |
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