This is a wonderful time of year for walking along the hedgerows. They are laden with glorious berries. Happy days for the birds, and happy days for those of us who love to forage.
This is a great year for blackberries. The unwelcome amount of rain which fell almost every day in August has redeemed itself (slightly), by translating into the biggest and juiciest blackberries I have ever seen. And there are masses of them. What I don't understand is why they are still on the bushes. Could it be that it is just easier to reach for a punnet of berries in Tesco than to go out with a bowl and pick your own? That's a bit of a sign of the times. A very sad sign. What happened to the family-sized blackberry and apple crumble for pudding? Blackberries picked in the sunshine from a hedgerow bordering a newly harvested field, paired with some cooking apples from a neighbour's apple tree. What could be better?
There are also other good things in the hedgerow at the moment. Beautiful red cob nuts, and deliciously fragrant honeysuckle.