Scrumping.  It’s a naughty sounding word – something you can imagine Fantastic Aida producing a lewd but beautifully harmonised song about. But it really means nicking apples, specifically apples from over a fence – from a orchard, or someone else’s back garden.  It’s a pastel-coloured version of theft – larceny as practiced by Peter Rabbit. … Continue reading Stay-at-home scrumping