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All that glitters is gold…raspberries

There they were, shimmering away in the midday sun…my gold raspberries. These are the first of my autumn
raspberry crop ‘called ‘All Gold’ and I could smell that sweet raspberry aroma before I had even set foot on the plot. If Wordsworth can write poetry about coming across a host of golden daffodils, then somebody should wax lyrical over these beauties too.

Thompson and Morgan claim they have a more exquiste flavour than their red cousins, and I must admit, they’re right. The berries are huge – I can’t wait to get them home and eat them with vanilla ice cream. Any surplus (err, although I’m positive there won’t be) will be made into golden raspberry jam.
Perfick.

golden raspberries

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