I took the puppy out this morning, across the fields, and down by the
river because she's a lab and labs have an affinity for water. It was
raining too, she didn't mind that either and if you don't go out
because it's raining right now in England, when do you go out? So we
went. On the way home along the road I found a bucket of apples on a
low wall tucked beneath a hedge. There was a rain-soaked, hand-written
sign beside it saying,
COOKING APPLES,
HELP YOURSELF.
Please, do not
take bucket!
They were all shapes , sizes, and shades of green.
Knobbly, flecked, some with spots and some with marks where they'd
touch against a twig or another fruit while growing, but all firm and
perfectly fit for consumption. I f...