In one direction my office looks out of my pear tree.It is not a thing of beauty in itself, but its fruits are. It’s quiet bowed down by them. Doyenne du Comice, universally acknowledged by right thinking people as the finest of all pears. Their flesh is like ivory. Peeled, it glistens with juices that have the perfume of jasmine and flavour of Arcadia. Ok, their not quiet ready yet, but any moment now…..