I've always been prone to getting out an exceedingly large basket and frolicking amongst the hedgerows at this time of year. I'm normally trying to amass as many blackberries as possible before they disappear. This year has been different as my world has become festooned with plums of all colours just ready for the picking.
These plums were no bigger than an apricot and tasted quite similar. The flesh was as bright as the skin and as sweet as honey.