These gooseberry bushes are old. Not perhaps as thorny and venerable as the ones that grew at my grandfather's Cheshire home, but in need of as much love and attention as his smallholding merited in the neglected decade of the Sixties. Formerly, his fruit, vegetables and chickens had kept his family and neighbours through a war that is now fading from living memory. That might have been one reason why I accepted these two as a gift; yet another rescue job.
The trick of renovation is to cut them back to the base.
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