When I went to the Hill on Sunday, John Badger again asked me to pick the grapes on the vine in his greenhouse so I can turn them into wine. I again said that I'd be glad to when they are ripe.
"But they're still bright green - not a hint of purple - nowhere near ripe," I puzzled.
"What are you talking about? They are really ripe & sweet - they are GREEN GRAPES, you daft beggar!"
So I cut all the bunches of grapes into a big bag & then back home I picked & sorted all the grapes & have put them in the freezer for the moment, a wine session pending.