Garden produce

So the photos of the luscious gleaming blackberries and faintly golden (and delicately perfumed, but you wouldn't have been able to tell that from the photo) plums have mysteriously disappeared from the memory stick in my camera (I suspect Tesco), but I can tell you: they were there and they were good.

Carrying that young plum tree all the way home from Crews Hill three years ago may have temporarily done for the poet's back, but what an awesome decision.