When I think of summer and Tassie I think of berries. The two are inextricably linked and this summer we have indulged in a colour and taste sensation.
From my mother's garden come divine raspberries and blueberries; they adorn pavs, get made into jam, are added to breakfast cereal and eaten straight from the garden, usually with a dollop of cream or ice-cream.
There are numerous cherry orchards that just happen to be right on our way driving from one place to another. This summer we have eaten fruit that is ripe and plump, full of flavour and nothing like the stuff you buy in supermarkets.