Napoleon said “an army marches on it’s stomach”. That goes for those at the Woolshed.
The plum trees are laden and I have been busy making preserves for later in the year. So instead of painting those Elite Miniature Napoleonic British Foot Artillery I have been up to my elbows de-stoning plums and making jam, chutney and sauce. Another big batch being made tomorrow morning before I head to Wellington. Next time I am home it is marmalade from the grapefruit trees.
That gets turned into….