I have just taken a stroll down the drive to pick some blackberries. It was peaceful in the wood, just some whirring of pigeon wings and the mewing of a couple of buzzards overhead. The sun was lovely and warm on my back, its strength beginning to lessen now. The mists from earlier this morning had receded back to the sea and the sky was a soft periwinkle blue.
I picked a few berries and looked up to see a young deer looking back at me. The poor thing took fright, of course. I wish I could explain to these elegant creatures that I mean them no harm. Nothing could be further from the truth. I do say so out loud but they are always long gone by the time the words leave my mouth, bounding through the woods, out of harm's way.
I picked a generous punnet of juicy berries which are now in a cake baking in the oven. There's plenty more fruit to come and I daresay a blackberry and apple crumble will be on offer over the next week or so. I love these seasonal treats.