The Medlars

The medlar, together with the pear trees, are the only fruit trees with a crop to speak of. The spring frost of may 5 ruined the lot.
I still need to find out what to do with the crop. The only person I know who likes them (they ought to be eaten half rotten) is my dad. I may try a chutney.

A slight detour from "Colors in November". Not by want of flowers, but because there's so much else to see...