In about a month, I will have more yellow plums growing in my back garden than I will know what to do with. Which makes buying yellow plums now, probably something of a mistake. The sensible thing to do would be to wait until we move. I’ve never been too good at taking the sensible approach, or waiting, so this week there has been a flurry of baking experimentation in preparation for the glut ahead. My conclusion is that the combination of plums, a little sugar, butter, eggs and ground almonds is extremely good. It will be hard to get bored of it – but watch this space, I’m just road testing the proportions and contemplating dark chocolate chunks.
Will miss our view, the sea, our friends (more than anything else), our house, our local cafes, the boys lovely school and the kindergarten, the crazy wild parsley, and probably many more things that I won’t realise until we’re on the other side of the hill. I’m looking forward to a little more sun and a little less wind. A vegetable patch in which things (aside from crazy wild parsley) might actually thrive. A garden big enough for the boys to have real adventures. To be continued.