New video lesson for Homespun. Eric use his tune Blues For Freida as a vehicle to talk in detail about how he writes write, arranges, and improvises music for solo acoustic fingerstyle guitar in a new downloadable lesson for Homespun. Check it out here: https://www.homespun.com/shop/product/blues-for-freida
When it comes to self sufficiency, we’re leading the way at many of our kitchen gardens. From keeping rare breed chickens to growing organic Georgian prickly cucumbers, the fully working kitchen gardens on our estates are great places to witness the ‘plot to plate’ revolution. What’s more, some of the sustainable and seasonal produce grown in our kitchen gardens is used in the delicious dishes made fresh in our cafés every day.
Based on planting found in the Victorian period, the walled garden features fruit trees, vegetable plots and herbaceous borders. There are three active vegetable beds and one resting bed to allow for crop rotation.
Our small cherry orchard features seven trees and our more extensive apple orchards include 47 varieties of old English apples. In autumn, the trees droop under the weight of the fruit and our garden team is kept busy supporting the heaviest branches with wooden stakes. In winter the trees are pruned to keep their shape and help with production, so you might want to read the pole saw reviews in 2020.
The shelter from the walls creates the perfect microclimate that allows our gardeners to grow soft fruit successfully. Trained against the sunniest wall are apricot and fig and in a sheltered corner are pear trees, a quince and an old traditional English damson plum, the Aylesbury prune.
Eric performs and breaks down his tune Happy Cake for the Peghead Nation. There’s tablature, a little interview, and a video detailing every little thing about the Santa Cruz 00-skye guitar and the rest of his gear. Use promo code “Spring” and get a special no obligation month-long pass to this amazing website.
A flatpicking fiddle tune I wrote for an upcoming record with mandolinist Tim Connell. Though here it’s a slower fingerstlye thing. This one goes out in memory of my mother. When I was growing up, she would drop me off in front of lock number 11 on the Delaware Canal in New Hope, Pennsylvania, where I’d fish all day up and down the tow path.