Towards the end of August, throughout the Mediterranean lands, the season for figs begins. There are not many trees in the arid and stony landscape where we live, on the estepa of the Parque Natural de Cabo de Gata, but wherever you look you will see a fig tree and now we can enjoy its fruit.
There are many varieties of figs. Most of the wild figs where we live bear small, black round fruit with firm skins.
Here, there is also one tree with larger, purple, pear-shaped fruit which has an intense flavour.
Down in Las Negras, on a plot of land we are negotiating to buy, there are several trees with green figs. These are larger than the dark figs and are very soft, luscious and sweet. You can tell when they are ready to eat because the skin starts to crack as the flesh softens.
Picking figs here is a bit like picking blackberries in England. For the next couple of months we will see cars pulled off the road by trees and people helping themselves to the figs. On the land by our last house near Loja there were both blackberries and figs. Stewed together they make a delicious dessert.