The peaches and nectarines were a disappointment last year, only a meagre few after our bumper year before. That’s what you get for gloating. This year there are noticeably more and over the last few weeks I have been watching them swell and colour in the warmth of our spectacular summer. Latterly, in my eagerness, I have been daily gently pressing close to the stalk of the fruit to check for ripeness, the result always “hard as nails” although the fruit looking as rosy as my cheeks after I’ve climbed the hill. Today I found a windfall on the greenhouse floor and after I wiped the mud off I presented it proudly to Bosswoman. Together we bravely tested the jettisoned fruit and although a little tart it was nothing that (and I quote Bosswoman) “a little sugar and a little Marsala couldn’t sort”. Sounds good to me!