I’m ashamed to admit such worldly inexeperience, but last week’s trip to Barcelona was my first to Spain and the second furthest south I’ve ever been.
So I just want to explain that I’m not used to these sorts of things. I went for a little walk at the end of the middle day of the conference and suddenly, there in front of me was a fruit tree… now I’ve seen apple trees and pear trees and damson bushes and blackberry hedgerows but I have never seen a tree with ORANGES on it.
And the thought of being able to just reach up and pick an orange off a tree, for free, without having to go into Sainsbury’s or tear a red stringy bag apart, taking your fingertips with it, took my breath away.
Next week…. LEMONS 🙂
Perfect Path 
The line said “no comments” and I thought that was such a lonely sort of thing for it to be saying so I thought I simply must comment to congratulate you on your orange de-flowering, as it were. Pimlico and all its whiles will never be quite the same.
On a different note. . .Nice change-over on the blog. I’m liking the look and feel of it, Sunshine. Keep up the excellent work!
Thank you, it’s nice to have you commenting here again. I was worried we’d lost you.
Not lost. . .just misguided.
Lloyd – nip into any garden centre and you can see mini-orange trees in tubs all over the place – they are rubbish though 🙂
… I had the same feeling when I saw such trees… however there’s a reason they’re not being eaten — they’re a particular variety of orange that is too bitter to eat. I was in Seville and there were these monkeys hanging around, none of which were eating them either. If monkeys don’t eat them…. well, yeah best to go the supermarket 🙂