Well it’s the season of mellow fruitfulness here in Aberdeen. After a lacklustre summer, the nights have turned distinctly chilly and the leaves are turning all shades of red and yellow. Today, the sky is that pale, cerulean blue we get in the north. But the sun is low on the horizon and gives little real warmth. The air does have a distinct “flavour” to it, something earthy and yet crisp in the nose. It is my favourite time of year.
In one of those strange quirks of the cosmos, Stevie Wonder’s ‘Summer Soft’ is playing as I write.
I have an apple tree in the garden, and it is always pot-luck as to how edible the fruit turns out; it all depends on which type of apple tree the local bees have found to cross-pollinate with. This year I can just about eat them raw without my face caving in. But they don’t score any points for looks. I also have a rampant bramble which produces a few blackberries. So it’s time for pie.