of currants and mystery fruit

Well, harvested a good handful of gooseberries, red currants and black cherries, enough to make a crumble, very nice, most gone before remembered to make picture.
As for the white fruit – guess what it is, I expect your comments! (It’s not ours, it was a present brought to us from Kozarmisleny by Szalai Jozsi.) Alan has left for Budapest for a weekend of high culture, such as The Incas in the Museum of fine Arts, and an evening of Wagner’s beginning of the Ring stuff in the shiny concert hall at the Danube.
Meanwhile Clary and her billy-kid (the smart ones) decided to ignore the electric fence – which probably is shorting out or something – and gone to the area with the current bushes, but I was on the job and spotted them before much damage.
I don’t bother Alan with this – let him have his day off…
Yesterday was blackcherry-stoning day – well, afternoon, Magdi did all the picking herself – about 20 kilos we did together in less than four hours – not bad.
I picked all the peas today – a pitiful exercise taking less than 30 minutes as to compared to last year’s plenty jungle like thing – the drought and Alan taking advise and planting more loosely – did the damage. Well, we live to learn. The beans look good… The ground seems still cracked and dry, even after this couple of weeks, when we had some rain nearly every day, including a few decent downpours.