|The chestnuts over the two litre line in the bucket|
On top of all these, the quinces are ripe and ready to be pasted and of course Sofia was keen to pick some.
The medlars are waiting for the first frost so we can blet them. If you don't know what a medlar is then you're not alone. We'll probably experiment at some stage and put up a post then. Oh, and there's also jerusalem artichokes. And crabapples. And cumquats. And figs. And feijoas.