Harvest Time
Monday August 28 My day had a shocking start - a cold shower. Not deliberate, the shower started playing up. I thought that maybe Pam had forgotten and turned the washing machine on. No she hadn't. Recovering downstairs, Pam burst in having been alerted by a squirrel, sitting on the electricity post in the hedge, munching on something. Our hazel nuts are ripe. I'd asked Adrian to check them on Friday but he thought that they weren't ready yet. I've discovered that not many people know when vegetables and fruit are at their optimum for picking. Brought up in a small Welsh village surrounded by a wooded countryside full of nuts, blackberries, wild strawberries, whinberries, plums and apples, we kids knew where they were and when they were ripe. Unlike today, 'stranger danger' was unknown, we ran free. Snacking on fruit and nuts meant that we didn't even have to go home for lunch during the long summer holiday. We also grew our own vegetables, so it's ...