At the black currants

I wasn't paying attention to the two people outside the fence, picking black currants at the community garden. I was pulling some shallots for supper.

Then I looked, and they looked, and we realised we were old friends: I've known F since she was a student 25 years ago, and met R soon afterwards.

I ate some of their black currants and they were delicious.

So were the shallots.