Lords & Ladies

It's 1969, im 6 years old and told to go outside and play (no political correctness  then, the world had yet to go mad)! I ran across the main rd, then over the railway tracks and into our small woodland (I lived on a farm miles from any where). We kept a few pigs in the wood, they   were born there and lived solely on wild food. The environmental police came round once and accused us of being cruel to weeds & flowers because thew pigs ate them. My father was heard to holler "get off my land" in a gruff Somerset accent. That as they say, was that. Simpler times.
Anyhoo, I saw these berries and thought, they look yummy, and decided to snaffle them before the pigs saw them. Not the best decision ive ever made. I ran screaming home. Long & short, Doc came prescribed I drink loadsa milk. A commodity we had lots of in bulk, being a dairy farm, unpasteurised too. yum. Apart from th burning I was fine, I got a plate of chocolate cookies taboot