Ah, England...

Garsington days are spent walking through fields barley

Lying in fields, looking at the clouds

Chatting with and then eating Gloucester Old Spot pigs, and drowning the frustrations of Mr Martinu with a pint of 'hookie' in the best English pub I have found....

And yesterday a perfect dessert from a perfect English garden: Gooseberry and elderflower jelly with wild strawberries.
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oh dale, always so good to see you! as good in fact as a gooseberry elderflower jelly!
Beautiful, Ruth! I miss gooseberries - we used to pick them wild when I was a child.
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