Plum jam was my dad’s favourite so I will think of him when I am stirring the fruit.  He also loved pickled cucumbers and our “new green style” pickles this year would have been right up his street.

Btw the white chick did not survive the night.  Jeremy will bury her in the vineyard this morning.  She was my favourite of that brood of seven.  A short life but a happy one I hope.