Damsons were found at Clive's Fruit Farm. Too wet to pick my own. I bought about 8 lbs.
We couldn't leave without a bag of Katy apples and a chat with the Tamworth pigs.
I cast a critical eye over the quince tree (not as many quinces as mine), and admired the splendid walnut tree.
Well worth a visit.
Damson chutney was made.
Damson gin was made.
And so was damson jam.
I wasn't the only one stirring sticky pans today. Katie and her friends have been making toffees.
They used a recipe from the Hairy Bikers. This is the one I think.
My next door neighbour gamely let five children loose in her kitchen and these were the results.
Retro packaging, keenly priced (they were handmade after all, with organic butter), they tasted like Werther's.
They sold all their stock and made a tidy profit.
A good way to end the summer holidays I thought.
And now I must resume an argument with Katie about how she should wear her hair at her new school.
I say it should be tied back (nits, prevention thereof), she says otherwise.