There are four of them, each a different variety, lining “Dingley Dell” leading down to the stable annexe. They must have been planted originally as espaliers; you can clearly see the distinctive shape high up, way above the wall – presumably they didn’t have dwarf root stock in the 1800s. So high that it’s pretty well impossible to reach the fruit to harvest, even with a special expandable pole fruit picker. Instead, I scavenge daily for windfalls which can then be quickly peeled, cubed and gently poached with maple syrup into a delicious amber confection, delicious with cream – or made into a cake.