THERE are two exciting events happening in our household, according to our black labrador. First, it is clear from the extra training sessions and the various telltale pieces of kit coming out of the cupboard that her picking-up season is about to begin. Secondly, any plums in our orchard that we didn’t manage to pick are now dropping to the ground, which means she can have a cheeky snack every time the back door is opened.
I, too, am rather excited. Partly for the same reasons (I prefer my plums plucked straight from the tree) but mostly because I particularly love cooking at this time of year.
