Finally, finally, finally – the strawberries are beginning to ripen. I’ve been out picking, eating the odd berry as I go (as you do) and donating the slug attacked fruits to the mother blackbird trying to feed two fat babies.
I only have a small raised bed and if it’s not netted the birds eat the lot. I grow Elsanta and Sonata but, the best flavoured strawberries that suit my growing conditions here in East Anglia (neutral soil, fierce drainage, low rainfall) happen to be a Scottish variety called Red Gauntlet. It has an intense almost perfume-like flavour and is very sweet.
Oh look, what do we have here? Somebody is off to the tennis with her friends.
Old muggins me isn’t going to Wimbledon, but no worries, I’ve got a consolation prize!