Pear Day

The tribe went to Cannon Hall nr Barnsley today for the annual Pear Day.

In the walled garden they have over 30 varieties of pear trees, and once a year the public are invited in for a tasting session and you can also buy the pears. We walked round the gardens looking at the pears and spotted a sign that said you were allowed to eat the windfalls but not to pick the pears off the trees. There were loads on the ground, so I was well stuffed by the time we got around to were the tasting table was. I politely declined the offer of a taster, but I could have sworn the woman had a knowing look on her face. We bought some anyway.

Doesn't fruit taste a lot better, fresh off the tree. All the pears we tasted didn't taste anything like their supermarket counterparts.

There was also a craft and plant fair as well. My wife can't go past a plant stall without buying anything, so now we've got to find somewhere to put a clematis and a couple of other plants in an already overfilled garden. Oh well, it keeps her happy I suppose.

Anything for a quiet life, just so long as she gets the spade out and not me!