Oh, oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear. The quest for a quince this year is not going well.
This is Quince Minor, whom, when I went to go and check, has no quincelets remaining. None, not a sausage (or a quince), zilch. I was in disbelief when I realised this. Not one has survived and I really cannot understand why. There has been no late frost and plenty of rain. Have they drowned!! Thanksfully late blossoms have now appeared on Quince ...
