On Saturday we ventured deep into damson country - or the Lyth Valley - in search of damsons. We knew we were a little early, but our hopes weren't disappointed as we found a farmhouse selling damsons from the kitchen door!
W H Davies - Rich Days
Welcome to you rich Autumn days,
Ere comes the cold, leaf-picking wind;
When golden stocks are seen in fields,
All standing arm-in-arm entwined;
And gallons of sweet cider seen
On trees in apples red and green.
With mellow pears that cheat our teeth,
Which melt that tongues may suck them in;
With blue-black damsons, yellow plums,
Now sweet and soft from stone to skin;
And woodnuts rich, to make us go
Into the loneliest lanes we know.