That sounds beautiful!
I had a long held memory of Gooseberry tart in England in my teens. Decades later, when DH and I took a narrow boat trip on the Shropshirere canal, someone was selling giant gooseberries.
We bought some (canal stand, untended, just leave your money there) and DH put together a tart from the flour, sugar, and butter we happened to have. The boat had a tiny oven. I can’t say that tart was all that great, but the experience was!