First cherries

I bought our first cherries of the year yesterday, from the stall nearest Wetherspoon's. A cheap but not very reliable stall and as it turned out the cherries were not that good; not very sweet and with quite a lot of them overripe or damaged. Perhaps cherries which had been bought earlier in the week and were now past their best. Perhaps I should have known that £2.50 a pound was not enough for Class A cherries (according to the well-known and well-liked EU fruit classification scheme).

Perhaps part of the point of the large awning over the stall was to make it harder to see the true state of the fruit. But even in the full light of our front room they snapped OK and you have to look quite hard to see the two or three Class B fruits which happen to be visible.

Last year, the first cherries, probably from the same stall, were rather dearer and nearly a fortnight later. See reference 1.

Plate quite possibly from the Cutlack's most recently mentioned at reference 2, one of the last redoubts of the green Woods Ware known as Beryl. Once the staple of mental hospitals and cafeterias up and down the land, including, for example, British Rail and BH's teaching training college, now only to be had from retro people on ebay and the occasional charity shop - and still well known to the stage dressers of period dramas on the silver screen. Good steady stuff in a restful green which one does not tire of, in the way that one tires of more strongly stated patterns. Fashion patterns even. And tea cups which do not have the great thick lips of the coffee cups in places like Costa.

Reference 1: https://psmv3.blogspot.com/2018/06/assembly-with-pudding.html.

Reference 2: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2019/05/shopping.html.