We were invited to lunch on Sunday, in Wexford, and, at the end of a delightful day of delicious food and brilliant company - which ranged in age from eight months to, well, my age - we were sent home with copious goodies from our hosts' garden......

.......including this bowl of beautiful crab apples.

I must revert at once to M. Dwyer of Thezan to discover how best to convert them to crab apple jelly.

During the course of the day the canine members of the party experimented with gay sex - on their first meeting I should say......

........before relaxing into a companionable exhaustion.

And I, too, found love but....

........although the reciprocation of my adoration was transparent - I was forbidden from slipping her into my pocket.....my little 'Crab Apple'.