Blackberry Time

I remember blackberrying with my Nana. Her walking stick was incredibly useful to pull the furthest branches of the prickly brambles closer so that we could reach. We also grew blackberry bushes in our garden in Hertford. I was sent there to collect a bowlful once by my mum, but I couldn't resist munching a few while I picked them. By the time she came down to see why I was taking so long, I had scoffed the lot. No blackberry and apple crumble that night. I preferred apple pie anyway!