A spot of local produce

No time to garden today; visits from our roofer and trips to buy more electrical goods down in the valley. I did buy a crate of peaches on the way back. And my

London habits betrayed me. I was looking on the crate to see where the peaches came from. And the woman in the shop looked at me askance.  Down the road of course . Here in the Ardeche is the reply. No food miles for these lovely peaches. But it puts an end to fantasies about eating fruit from our own peach trees this year. I did wade through a few of them with fromage blanc and honey this morning. But their aroma was more of Tony s honey than Marsanoux peach.