That summer the cherry trees at farm were heavy with fruit. They stood very tall, hung thick with bright red and dark red drops. Paul and Edgar were gathering the fruit one evening. lk had been a hot day and now the clouds were rolling in the sky. dark and warm. The wind made the whole tree swing with a thrilling movement that excited Paul. He sat unsteadily among the higher branches, feeling slightly drunk with the tree's movement, and tore off handful after handful of the smooth, cool fruit. Cherries touched his ears and neck as he leaned forwand. Red-coloured fruit owed under the darkness of the leaves The sun, going down, caught the broken clouds. Enormous piles of gold shone out in the south-east. The world, until now grey was bathed by the golden glow. making trees and grass and far-off water shine.