SW20 beats SW19 in the 'Berry Wars'

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Not that my blog was ever in danger of becoming extinct, but it did require some virtual affection. So I'm back with some gupshup. Before I moan about August, the summer month that is increasingly turning non-summer, I must mention the surprise that June had in store for me.

While wading through knee high grass in a certain district of SW20 in London I chanced upon clumps of shiny red fruit peeking out from wide green leaves. Closer investigation led me to squeal in delight. Rows of juicy-looking strawberries stared at me,  just in time to welcome the start of the tennis season. I instantly went strawberry picking till both hands were full. Dusk was falling so I stopped.

The following day I went out better-prepared and filled a small tupperware box. Soon two friends joined me in picking the latest 'crop' of strawberries. The unanimous verdict was something like 'yummm'.

It wasn't long before Friday came and I found myself heading for the tennis courts at Wimbledon on a sunny afternoon. My mates and I did a usual round of Pimms before heading for the strawberry and cream counter. My mild excitement gave way to mild disappointment as I realised that SW19 had slipped down in the Grade A strawberry rating.They were bigger but not tastier. Just as well that I've discovered the stash in SW20. Now all I need is a book on strawberry farming and a few acres of land. Watch out Championship suppliers!

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