Re Adrian Chiles’ article (Who could deny a hot, tired delivery driver the fruit from their cherry tree?, 12 June), as a teacher in west London in the 90s and noughties, I taught numerous recently arrived refugee children. Among these were Kosovans and Albanians, many unaccompanied. Everything was strange for them. Outside our tech block stood three tall morello cherry trees whose fruit generally lay squashed, staining the concrete with their juice. That all changed with the Kosovans. As the fruit ripened, they climbed and harvested the treasure, later coming to lesson with stained shirts and faces. It was a delight to see them happily in their element.
Tatiana Sokoloff
London
• I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the idea that traybakes are “a ‘queering’ of the meat-and-two-veg sit-down dinners associated with the traditional heterosexual British family unit” (My unexpected Pride icon: The Green Roasting Tin, a cookbook no lesbian vegetarian can be without, 12 June). So many assumptions to unpack there, but every sentence including the word “lesbian” could be rewritten to refer to “women”, “men” or just “people who like food”.
Janet Fraser
Twickenham, London
