The tomatoes are starting to come good. Some of the yellow ones are ripe and are absolutely delicious. But firstly one lone cucumber which was delicious, we are not sure why we we don’t have more fruits, we have the blossom but no fruits, we have tried self-fertilising but it hasn’t worked. But the toms are coming good. Soon I will stop paying silly prices for a few punnets of tomatoes a week and gorge myself senseless for a few weeks, I can easily eat the best part of a pound a day given half a chance, they go in every meal and every snack!  By the time the season has finished I am all tomatoed out and the winter tomatoes that come from abroad hold no appeal at all and if that is not a measure of how we should be eating seasonally I don’t know what is.  However given enough of a glut I will store some, my favourite way is to slowly oven roast them, very slowly over a few hours until they become the sun blush tomatoes that I love and then bag them up and freeze them, using their concentrated flavours in soups and stews in the dead of winter, it certainly wakes your taste buds up I can tell you. Hubby was coming home from the physiotherapists a few weeks ago when he spied this, the biggest Fig tree you ever did see, perched in the yard of a builders merchants surrounded by wooden pallets.  When he came through the front door he was quite breathless he could hardly contain his excitement as he told me about it, hubby does like the odd fig, preferably in multiples of 3 or 4,  and if I don’t issue strict instructions to save me some from our small tree they disappear like sweeties down a childs throat. Oh look how full it is, absolutely drenched in figs.  I think we will be walking this way every week now whilst at the same time wondering how to get some down.