We had a meagre grapefruit crop this year. I'm not sure whether the tree's just a bit too old or if it was hit by the drought. Or maybe the silvereyes were even hungrier than I realised.
I picked the fruit that was left though and squeezed every last drop of juice out of them to make our next vintage of grapefruit wine. It's now glugging away under the stairs and making the coat cupboard smell like a brewery.
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