My all time favourite fruit, though pomegranites come a close second, is pineapple. I used to visit the plantations in India where they grew. I remember ordering a fresh pinapple juice there once and it took an hour to come but when it did I thought I’d gone to Heaven. Here in this little Turkish village an English lassie is making smoothies and to my delight knocked me up a pineapple number. It was just as the beach had become baking hot and we had come up for a break. Halcyon days!