The cherries have been ripe for over a week, but today was the first chance we had to go picking. The train broke down at Tonbridge, so we took a cab to the farm.
My tree, number 1909, hadn’t been totally ravaged by the local starlings, and we picked a good 5kg or so of lovely ripe, tasty cherries.
Bentick farm in Matfield is a good cherry growing location, should you need to know.
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I love cherries. Not the big bright red ones you see at the market, those loosk great, but taste of nothing – or taste of green. I like a sharp, juicy cherry.
Last year, and this year, Meagen has bought me a rental of a cherry tree for Christmas. Yesterday we went to see the blossom (we did the same last year, but it was very very wet).
The farmer claims the weather should be good for the bees, so the flowers will be pollinated leading to fruit. Fingers crossed.
The tree I had last year didn’t produce many cherries, the photo above shows 3/15ths of the haul from that tree. The farmer acklowedged the tree did not do well and offered picking on a couple of others to make up for it. They were some excellent cherries.
The lady in the pink top and floral apron stands outside the sweet smelling bakery with a cigarette and an energy drink.
As I pass her, in my headphones James Dean Bradfield screams the word despair.
