Kentish cherries

Kentish Cherry picking last night, great fun with the Woods – Jacob learned he has a talent for the supreme, generations-old art of cherry pip spitting. In order to get enough pips for ammunition he had to eat rather a lot of cherries. The tummy ache later was not so good….

I’m a bit busy today so Robert bottled our share, with enough left over for a batch of jam, a cherry strudel and Kentish cherry pie. Yummo! He bottled the gooseberries too; these always tend to rise in the jars a bit. Easily remedied in two weeks when, by shaking the jar from side to side like crazy, you can make the gooseberries sink down to where they are supposed to be.

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