For Tom Parker Bowles, nothing beats devouring a freshly- picked and sun-warmed plum in a shady sylvan bower, with the juice dribbling down his chin.
Ingens turba prunorum,’ sighed Pliny the Elder in his Natural History, describing ‘the enormous crowds of plums’ in a lush Roman garden. Because, among his accounts of ‘Sea Monsters of the Indian Ocean’, the ‘Combat of Elephants’, ‘Instances of Extraordinary Strength’ and ‘When Barbers were First…
