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The strawberries are in

The strawberries have arrived at the greengrocers along the high streets. Not the woody, airfreighted ones that turn up in February. The real ones. The ones that smell like something before you bite into them.

You know summer has started when the first British strawberries appear in those green cardboard punnets. They bruise if you look at them wrong. They need eating the day you buy them. They taste of June.

The roses are out too, of course, climbing over garden walls and filling the squares with that heavy, old-fashioned scent. But roses are patient. They will wait. Strawberries will not.

The best ones come from farms just outside the borough, picked this morning, sold this afternoon. By evening they are sitting on your kitchen counter, bleeding their sweetness into the cardboard. You rinse them under the tap. You eat three before you have even put them in a bowl.

This is the first true taste of summer. Brief, local, and impossible to improve upon.

Eat them now.

What is your favourite way to eat strawberries at their peak?

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A July day that stays with you

There are those rare July days that print themselves into memory. The sort where the heat settles early and the shade under the trees feels like a gift. You might remember one from a summer afternoon in Richmond Park, the grass burnt gold, the air thick with warmth. Or along the towpath at Petersham, where […]

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Long light, slow pace: summer evenings in the borough

The light hangs on past nine now. You walk home from the station and the day still feels unfinished, suspended. The pavements hold their warmth. Front gardens blur into soft focus as the sun drops. This is the borough at its most forgiving. People linger outside pubs along the river. Joggers pass at a gentler […]

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The sound of summer: fields fill with cheering voices

The sports days have begun. Across the borough, playing fields that sat quiet through winter now hum with the particular energy of children running, parents cheering, teachers timing races with clipboards and stopwatches. You see it at Marble Hill Park, on the open stretches behind the schools in Hampton, across the green spaces in Whitton. […]

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The midsummer evening that went on forever

You know the one. Late June, when the sun refuses to set and the sky holds blue until nearly ten. The air is still warm at half past nine. You’re in a garden somewhere in Richmond, or maybe walking the towpath near Petersham, and time feels suspended. The roses are at their best now. Heavy […]

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The borough at midsummer

There is a particular quality to midsummer light in Richmond upon Thames. It arrives early, slants through the trees until late, and makes everything look briefly perfect. The roses are at their peak now. In front gardens along Sheen Lane, climbers heavy with blooms lean over railings. The formal beds at Ham House show their […]

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