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Oak Apple Day

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Old folk customs have a surprising tenacity in post-industrial Britain. It sometimes seems that rural traditions, like nature itself, have a latent irrepressibility, springing up incongruously through the fabric of modern society. A few years back I read an account of a largely forgotten custom in which children wore a sprig of oak to school [...]

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