my father's plums
Whenever I visit my Dad, who lives 50 miles away, he usually has a list of little jobs he wants me to do. Nothing onerous, just things he can’t manage too well. On this occasion, my tasks included helping him to refill a birdfeeder and picking a punnet of ripe, juicy Victoria plums from the trees he espaliered a few years ago. My commission was a bag full – they are absolutely delicious!