It's no picnic

picking blackcurrants in this heat.

We've got rather sticky and become highly attractive to the local wasp population, not to mention the chickens who will steal from your basket quicker than you can pick.

All the willing helpers who were at first very keen to participate suddenly find better things to do, and you're left with the gradual realisation that you're all alone, with only the local wildlife for company whilst everybody else languishes in the shade, eating ice cream.

On the plus side, 6lbs of fruit will make a lot of jelly, and possibly some blackcurrant gin too