A moment of pure joy? Finding a perfectly formed, beautifully ripe strawberry that's not been nibbled by a slug! Grandad grew strawberries. He'd net them diligently so the birds couldn't get them but they'd always disappear. Grandchildren tend to be more resourceful than we give them credit for! And a small child can eat a lot of strawberries! He'd smile knowingly when they'd totter in with strawberry juice all round their mouths. I think there was real joy for him in that.
