The gales and squally winds of the last few weeks have done for another plum tree in one of the orchards we walk around with the terrier. The grove of Victoria Plum trees have been in the orchard since the 1920s and are beginning to show their age.
This particular tree has had a fair bit of woodpecker attention in some of the softer and rotten wood so I suppose the drilling and all of the beak holes have weakened the branches and worked like giant perforation.
There's still one upright branch that might bear fruit but I have a feeling that it is going to be cut, corded and is heading for the woodburner when it is seasoned.
Warmth instead of jam, that's a fair compromise I think.