So I know I shouldn't let him, but the dog really loves running through the wheat. And he seems to merely pass through it rather than crashing it all down. The only evidence he is there is a ripple passing over the top as he choffles through at speed, nose down hot on the scent - any scent. The problem with stopping him will be forgoing the look of utter joy that is a springer spaniel 'wheat sharking'. But there we go. I know I shouldn't be letting him do it.
My internal tussle came to a head yesterday after I spent time I didn't have and £50 (ditto) at the vets having a rather viscious spike of grass removed from the dog's ear, so this morning, we avoided the wheat and headed up to a gorgeous little plantation of trees that sits up on the Downs to the north of the village.
Well, it's beautiful up there, shady, cool, green. I go up there in all seasons and it's wonderful
at any time, but seemed particularly lush this morning, not least
because I stumbled upon cherries. Now, I know that there are cherry
trees up there - crab apples too - but usually I see them in the early
stages of fruiting, and then they are all gone - the birds have them. I
reckon the birds must have sunstroke this year, because there were
hundreds - ripe and luscious. Far too good to pass up.
I might not have had a conventional picking receptacle, but being the good, responsible dog owner that I am, I had dog poo bags (unused), and while the dog took advantage of the shade, I picked. I only stopped because I thought I'd better save one bag, you know, just in case...
So 1.5 kilos later, and I am a happy Recipe Junkie. My head is reeling with the thrill of the forage, and the prospect of what I might make with my pickings - and of course, I will need to go back and try and get some more later on.
I'm thinking jam, clafoutis, cherry bakewells, cherry vodka - so much choice...
What should I make?