Quincely promise

Now this is exciting.   We took a walk this afternoon along the top road and happened to walk past the quince trees.

There are fourteen of them on this steep slope above the east garden and they are groaning with fruit.

I never do much with the quinces as our lovely neighbour Jean Daniel attends to them. He picks them, heads to his kitchen and comes back with a huge supply of divine quince paste.   He has half, and we have half. All I have to do is grow the trees.

And seeing that I never do anything to them. Not even watering, I think I’m on to a good deal.

But this year I might do a bit of pickling.   Watch this space.