It's harvest time in the village. Sort of.
We are brought boxes and punnets and jars of things by friends, neighbours and customers with a surplus.
Peter brings gooseberries and raspberries and we share them among us and carry them home. Jocelyn takes the empty jam jars from us (such a lot of jam used for the cream teas) and returns with grape jelly, red currant jelly, chutney....
Then on Sunday Ann arrived with an armful of courgettes, perfect to add to our soup and roasted vegetable panini.
She also offered us loganberries. The last of their crop, she said.
A basket of them duly arrived.
Last night I made loganberry jam, the first jam I have ever made.
It was remarkably satisfying.
I am now truly middle aged and happy to eat loganberry jam all summer.
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