The birds must have been eating well this year, because they certainly haven’t been eating these cherries. Usually, these are eaten the second they ripen, but on our walk the other day, I saw more cherries than I’d ever seen. All ripe for the picking. I couldn’t resist, so I tugged at a branch and pulled a handful of cherries off and tried one. I expected sourness, thinking it was a bird cherry, but it wasn’t! It was sweeter than any cherry I’ve ever bought. Sweet and rich and full of cherry flavour. My lips and fingers were stained deep red-black as I spat the stone into the hedgerow.
Small they might be, but they are rich and delicious. People walked past with looks of curiosity on their faces as I was simply picking the ones I could reach from the branches and eating them. They looked at me as if I was quite mad. I thought they were mad for not eating them!
What a glorious find. I had to take photos to prove just how many there were. Such a special (and delicious) addition to the day.