This weeks sees the start of Wimbledon, famous for rain and strawberries, which is unhelpful as we are past the peak of our strawberry crop (this happens pretty much every Wimbledon). Also for anyone reading the last two posts I am not too keen on any more rain either.
The massive plus point is our raspberries have started, for me the raspberry is the proper class in the British fruit season. The strawberry is the cheap tart of the fruit world, sweet, available everywhere, virtually throughout the year. The raspberry on the other hand keeps you waiting slightly longer into the summer, sweet enough, but with just enough kick to keep the interest. Even the way the raspberry is grows is refined, elegantly long willowy stems are trained to wires giving a suitable distance between the raspberry and the soil.
With the choice available back here on the farm it is raspberries for the rest of the summer for me. Relax sit back enjoy Wimbledon, if your missing a strawberry in your pimms, why not have a raspberry in your champagne.
Tim, you've got me convinced. Have never heard anyone wax so lyrical & so convincingly about raspberries. Well done. Your blog is ace! Sooz xx