The result of a couple of hours on Saturday afternoon in the orchard carrying out the 'hunter gatherer' role and braving the wasps feasting on the plums. Trousers tucked into socks and press studs on the jacket sealed tight at the wrists. It was hell in there but the Tsar plums returned to base camp for the alchemy that is jam making. I had a beer and watched in amazement as the boss performed miracles.
As always I was at the ready for the dangerous job of tasting, testing and providing an opinion. A masterpiece.
Now watch the fans empty the shelves in the winter cupboard!
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