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I ate the first fruits of my labour (in the greenhouse) today - a big, juicy strawberry, it was delicious.
Holds spoonful of Devon clotted cream and looks at Yogi imploringly

Interestingly enough I was over visiting friends yesterday, he is an artist and they are having an open weekend as part of a local Arts Festival and there was a guy there looking at the artwork who is colour blind.  He told us (or at least his wife did) that he cannot, for instance, pick strawberries because he is unable to tell the ripe ones from the unripe ones, isn't that fascinating?
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