Not Zephrine Drouhin...

...but almost the same colour as the roses i blipped a short while back.

This watermelon has been ripening on a windowsill for at least two weeks.

Very nice it was, too. But not quite the experience i remember from my years in Jordan, where we bought them in summer at the roadside from men who had piled like them into strange pre-historic barrows under scrappy cloth awnings.