Other bloggers (you know who you are) have been posting about the bounty their gardens have yielded. I'm almost too embarrassed to post these pictures.
After all the time and care I've put into my little fruit patch this is, for now, all there is to show for it. The birds did a lot of damage this year- last year they didn't touch any of it.
There are a few gooseberries yet to ripen and the blackberries, raspberries and tayberries, but if it doesn't stop raining I think they'll be poor as well.
Thank goodness we're not relying on any of this for subsistence. It would be a hard winter ahead. Although the rhubarb is plentiful...
My dreams of pots and pots of jam are just that. Dreams. I love making jam and it seems cruel that the weather and the birds have done for me. I could buy fruit but that isn't the same. We went for a scout around yesterday to see what was on offer in the hedgerows and again, if the sun comes out, there will be lots. So I'm now looking towards bramble jam.
Don't laugh, these really are sandwich bags. And unless some sort of alchemy takes place, this is all I'll be getting this year. I'm on the lookout for a site selling those individual jam pots, the ones you get in hotels at breakfast.