Well, it really was spookily meant to be, us moving slap bang in the middle of The Vale of Evesham, the famous fruit and vegetable basket of England, especially when you consider our rigorous and robust 5 a day regime of the past………… and moving, certainly hasn’t changed that. At the moment satsumas and clementines, (we can’t tell the difference, but we are sure Mr D, who knows everything, will tell us) are in great abundance. These are sadly not grown locally, coming instead from romantic and torrid Spain, but it would look rude not to take advantage, wouldn’t it?
We have had to ration Nigel to three a day as he would eat the box in one go, but I think we need to keep a closer eye on him, as I found a pile of peel under his bed when I was cleaning the other day.
However, let it be said that we are no strangers to true local produce as the drawers in our new fridge freezer will testify, they are bulging with frozen blackberries and plums, all picked with our own fair hands. Darrell even tried his hand at making some individual mini crumbles with them, and very lovely they are too.
During the summer, the journey into town was a veritable smorgasbord of free seasonal fruit. We always took a couple of Tupperware boxes whenever we went for a walk and foraged greatly, which made us all feel very feral. This year, we were only at the start of our voyage discovery as far as foraging is concerned, but next year we plan to become the Evesham fruit versions of Bear Grylls. Nom Nom Nom.