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By Rowley Leigh
Published 2018
When I bemoaned the fact that the quinces had failed to arrive from Paris for a photo shoot, two readers contacted me to say their garden was full of them and they could hardly give them away. Better still, that day an old friend rang to ask if I wanted the usual consignment from his Warwickshire garden, paid for in kind? By the next day I was awash with quinces, large and small.*
