This autumn, I didn’t even have to leave my front garden to pick about half a pound’s worth of blackberries. There was a bumper crop and they were growing all along the ditch by my house. My five year old and I donned reflector jackets and headed out along the road. We got two big tubs within a few hundred metres.
So then my kitchen was full of blackberries and I had to find something to do with them. I had visions of making jam but it never happened. There’s always next year for that. I got some apples from a field nearby, thanks to my father in law, and made an apple and blackberry tart.