THE COLOUR PURPLE

Whenever I see figs I'm back in Granada, July 1986. We stayed with friends in their house which was cut into the rock just beneath the walls of the Alhambra Palace which was cool, whereas outside it was a sweltering 42°C.

One day we went up into the Sierra Nevada & took a long walk - we passed by many enormous wild fig trees in full fruition - we stuffed ourselves. You can imagine the result?

Was about to buy this box when a large Turkish lady whipped it out from under my nose saying, "Elles sont belle hein? Elles viennent de la Turquie!"

Ho hum - as do I, she has a good eye.

So it goes!