St George's?

I want to eat them, everyday knees, shoes, dogs walk alongside them , hidden under small leafy canopy of greenery. The book and friend say's a mealy smell but no one can tell me what that is.Next year I want to eat them, what else could they be, there is nothing in shops that has quite the same feel of potency. At last the sex game has waned and Brenda seems a very happy girl; having two dogs does seem good for us but she is rapidly teaching him all the bad habits of mousing and sniffing rabbits. It is exciting , I won't know till october and the hunting starts. Yesterday up on chalky downs the rain felt as big and wet like a penny piece with the piercing sun still shinning. More rain like that and our walnuts like the truffle will be enormous