I love this time of year, there is a real sense of anticipation in the air. We had no late frost, so the fruit harvest should be excellent. Our huge Bramley, above, is already groaning with tiny fruits, and as with all bounteous years we'll be wondering what to do with it all.
These, above, are Greengages. A strange plum that, when truly ripe, is so sweet that I can't eat them. I'm obliged to catch them when they're still slightly crisp, when they are delicious. Unfortunately they are much loved by some winged creature which tends to leave a small grub in each fruit.
And of course buckets-full of grapes.
Still, I'm not complaining. I just wish I could encourage those who have less fruit to come round and take some. People are very reluctant; or maybe they just don't know how to deal with it all.