It was today and just a few miles further up Eskdale:
Seven years ago I begged some cuttings from one of the champion growers. They were red gooseberries, yellow, and green, and they all rooted. I treated them like royalty and they grew. I made plans for the day when they’d bring home the silver cup.
Then the truth made itself clear: these championship strains are highly bred and not rough and tough like usual garden strains. For the next three years they succumbed to mildew whilst the normal gooseberries cropped abundantly. So I gave up and took my hat off to those canny old dalesmen and their secrets.