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Oh yes, it’s definitely raspberry season.   We arrived yesterday and first thing I did was to scud up to the top vegetable bed and pick and pick and pick. I haven’t weighed them, but it’s around two more kilos.

And then down to the soft fruit orchard for a bit of variety in the breakfast bowl; black currants, white currants, some blue berries and a few strawberries.   Now where’s that greek yoghurt?

Oh, and I almost forgot. I dug up half a small row of Charlotte potatoes too.   The first of the year and they were divine. Simply boiled and served with fresh mint and a splash of olive oil.   We ate dinner on the terrace listening to the bird song, marvelling at the view and tucking into everything on the plate made from the garden apart from the meat.   Fresh stir fried cabbage (wtih dried cranberries and pine nuts and chillies – not from the garden) and new potatoes.   And for dessert, home made lemon ice cream and, you guessed it, fresh raspberries.