Oh that takes me back. When I was a toddler in the east end there was a grape vine all along the wall of the kitchen between the back door and the loo. The grapes were tiny sour green things that made good jam but were nasty to eat, not big luscious things like those. :)
Oh, so gorgeous! We had a lovely grapevine we'd planted in Thame but didn't know enough about transplanting mature fruit at the time to bring it with us. I so wish we had as I suspect the landlord would have chopped it down (lovely as he was, I can understand him not wanting to have to maintain it)
Edited because this autospell thing doesn't understand the difference between Thames & Thame
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Edited because this autospell thing doesn't understand the difference between Thames & Thame
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I think our vine suffers from me not really knowing what I'm supposed to do with it...
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