Here goes again.

I got up with the lark – well more like the cuckoo, who taunts with his song day and night but refuses to let me see him. I picked six punnets of gooseberries

Sorted them and dried them

Then put them in the back of the car along with a dozen artichokes and drive the produce to the local farm shop where, we hope, they will be sold to discerning shoppers.