These photos speak for themselves: gathering apples and digging potatoes in our French garden, ably assisted by Rosie. Collecting the Braeburns was a truly golden moment, one to savour, with the September sun warming my back, nothing to hear but birdsong, and the acre tidy (though I know all too well how a few weeks' neglect will see my mortal enemies the brambles preparing a renewed assault!)
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