The perfect blackberry

Max was so pleased it was our day together today; no nursery, no work for Mummy, just our time.
After dropping Anya off at school I was still feeling a bit under the weather and didn’t have much energy but Max was desperate to go out so we wandered from home up the road to pick some blackberries. This always excites him because he knows we usually make crumble if we get blackberries. But the picking is usually Max shouting and pointing whilst I battle through the nettles and brambles to pick the berries.
Max was delighted when he found this perfect little bunch at his height and perfectly positioned for him to pick. He couldn’t resist eating them there and then :)
Tomorrow: crumble making