after dinner one night, whilst visiting an old family friend in cambridge, we were given some dainty, colourful fruits which looked neither like cherries nor grapes nor tomatoes. although seemingly sour, these juicy creations turned out to be the sweetest baby plums i’ve eaten – and we could pick a box to take home too!
we were expecting a farm or some sort of plantation the next morning. but when we pulled up, it turned out to be a house our friend was about to put on the market and sell. they took us through to the garden where we found trees speckled with red and yellow fruits.
we had a blast picking the fruits at our leisure, and i managed to squeeze in some cute shots of my parents before being asked to help out on the ladder.
“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.” John 15:5