My Great-Grandma's Garden

And that night we ate like kings. This could be added to a series of snaps from my family summer holidays: my great-grandfather's honey (he's gone but his hives live on), my maternal cousin's munster (a particularly pungent but delicious French cheese, matured in a cousin's hay barn), and my neighbour's river trout (poached like Huckleberry Finn, but by a 76 year old).