A Barrow Load Of Quinces.

Last year, despite a breathtaking blossom, our quince trees produced a dismal amount of fruit.Their leaves curled in on themselves and at the height of summer the trees were dark and solemn.
Last years cold hard winter seems to have done them the world of good. The tree closet to the house was bent double with the weight of it's  fruit and we are inundated. So much so that instead of making a years worth of membrillo, I am going to pickle, roast and poach.

Titus getting the last of the quince.

A barrow load of quince.