Walking and talking

Ben went off to work this morning, and I managed to get my remaining boys out on a dog walk with added blackberry picking. 

Rather unwisely walking and talking Martin recalled a memory from his childhood of washing picked blackberries and watching maggots crawling out of them.  Looking at Sam's horrified face he tried to say that it only happened in Scotland.... too late!.

Consequently the blackberries we have come home with have been scrutinised extremely carefully by Sam, and there are only about 15 of them.