I can claim Irish descent on my mother's side. Her mother was a Donovan, living in Sheffield when my grandfather met her. He had been posted there for military service, and fell in love with his landlady's daughter. Who said I couldn't introduce romance into this blog? Proving I have some Yorkshire in me too.
On my father's side, his father's family was traced back to the church records in the village of Cressing, just outside Braintree in Essex.
We looked at the Sharon fruit here. Today was the inaugural opening. Not quire ripe. But fair to say it is not a nectarine.
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