Effing gooseberries
Now the harvest. I hate picking fruit. I come from a long line of people who got other people to pick their fruit, by force if necessary. I guess this is karma.
Some things have done very well this year, despite drought (the raspberries). Some, just okay (respectable yield on the red gooseberries, but they’re awfully small). We’re just beginning, but it’s an early beginning.
They began harvesting the hay on the 30th of June this year – the earliest on record.
Gooseberries are a bit of a hate object. Sour as a bastard, nasty thorns, and you gotta ‘top and tail’ them before they go in the freezer.
Uncle B did that last bit. Troo luv.
July 5, 2018 — 9:43 pm
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