When showing me round, my landlady pointed with great gusto to the fig tree, and told me to expect Fruit. Here it is - the one and only fig. It's quite tasty (I'm ceremoniously eating it as I type) - but there's only one, apart from a few other withered looking specimens that never developed. Oh - and the people who looked round the house on Friday turned it down. I knew they would ... (guess the potential fig harvest didn't look promising enough ...).