Feeling fruity.

I’ve adopted the Square Foot Gardening method of growing my own food and even though my harvest is small, it’s still ridiculously satisfying. Look at my baby water melons (as the actress said to the bishop)!

And talking of food, its mango season and this was my well deserved lunch after a great little surf sesh last week.

There are mango trees everywhere and evidently there’s quite an etiquette to poaching someone else’s fruit. It seems to go like this. If the tree hangs into no mans land (the road or pathway) then those mangoes are up for grabs. If the fruit is on private property then ask the owner nicely if you can pick some. Don’t be a greedy guts and take all his fruit and for goodness sake don’t be found at the swap meet by the owner selling his own harvest back to him!

I’ve just came home from a really fun beach BBQ, the excuse of which was Ulli’s birthday. What do you get the man who has everything? Well Darien & Lisa were the winners and here are said gifts modeled by the very non fruity Danny and the birthday boy himself. The only one to taste the cake was Ulli, as, in the good old tradition of custard pieing it was thrust into his face moments after it's arrival. Oh the revenge will be sweet and swift on this one!