I should have worn a hat. My hair got caught in the bush - my curly hair. For those who don't have curly hair, let me spell it out for you: curly hair + thorny bush = human/plant velcro. I was stuck, head fixed inside the bush, rear end sticking out. After about 30 seconds of wriggling I escaped, with only a minor scalp laceration to show for it. Oh, and I left some hair in the bush. It can keep it.
So I now have several pounds of gooseberries, scratched head, hands and arms and a little less hair than when I started the day.
I turned next to the whitecurrants - a less aggressive bush, from which I got three pounds of fruit. They are probably the most pretty fruit, with transluscent skin through which you can see the brown seeds. I have struggled to get this bush to fruit well, but it looks like I've got the pruning right at last, because three pounds is a good crop (for me).
Finally, I dug up the remainder of the first early potatoes - Pentland Javelin and got half a sack full. These are slug resistant, which is essential in the wet and windy north of England and they have done well this year.
A good morning's work!