Last year we get a great crop of wild cherries. I say "wild" - perhaps semi- domesticated would be a better description. The trees were planted by the Council - for the spring blossom, not the fruit. I picked them in central Gateshead at a place called Clasper Village, on the banks of the Tyne. I am here now to do the same. Alas, my bucket is going back empty. There are no cherries left.
I guess the wood pigeons and blackbirds got most of them but perhaps someone else beat me to them as well.
The lesson is, don't leave it too late to pick the fruit.
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