In a Jam - thanks to Penny Park

 


Previously on the blog....

This year's raspberries are looking good and ripe for eating. The garden is a little wild, thanks to one thing or another, but anyone passing please feel free to pick the fruit you fancy before the blackbirds have their share. The wonderful Penny Park, as well as being a magnificent wood carver, has already made delicious jam from them (thank you Penny) and a crumble may well be heading for the Old Post Office

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