Quince Heaven

I saw a quince tree from a train window today. They grew in everyone’s yard when I was a child, next to the lemon tree, as much a part of the landcape as the Hills Hoist. Where are the quince trees of yesteryear?

The quince trees have gone, I expect, due to total disinterest.

They aren’t the prettiest of trees, the fruit looks lumpishly strange and what modern young thing will take the time to cook a quince?

I have some recipes I’ve been using for too many years to divulge, I love Quince!