Our elderly neighbour has an apricot tree that overhangs our garden in the direction of the sun and it was becoming loaded with fruit that were beginning to fall.
Obviously the birds don’t like apricots because they had left them alone, unlike the plums which the blackbirds seem to be particularly partial to, so we decided to pick them before they all became rotten.
The apricots were sweet and delicious, but we only tried one or two. I took the rest, a carrier bag full, to our neighbour. Two days later she presented me with the jar of apricot jam pictured above.
Jam-making isn’t part of my skill-set, as Human Resources would put it, so I was delighted. Toast anyone?