The other evening, drinking wine we'd brought to their garden table, our neighbour offered to pick 'our' redcurrants (the bush comes with the house) and make us a summer pudding, and 'our' gooseberries for gooseberry fool. That seems a good exchange, and a great neighbour, to me!
She'll have to be quick, though. Bright and early on Sunday morning, the garden was full of birds: blackbirds fighting in the apple tree; tits and sparrows hanging from the washing line, and thrushes plundering the redcurrants just before they turned ripe enough for human consumption! They've not been back since, but it might only be a matter of time.