Blackberrying
Ed and I have been blackberrying. It has a nice, English romantic feel to it, of halcyon days in the Autumn sunlight retrieving the fruits of the hedgerows.
Well, we picked half a container (a small container) and stewed them with apples for apple and blackberry crumble. It was good.
There’s probably another week or so of blackberries before they finally turn up their toes for the winter. The trick is to find some secluded hedgerow which hasn’t already been denuded by hordes of pensioners.
We’re trying to keep up the walking we started in Ireland, so this morning drove to Ranworth Broad (the Norfolk Broads are like lakes, full of wild life) which is only about twenty minutes away by car. We walked for around four miles (which was plenty!) but didn’t see much in the way of natural woodland species other than some tiny, delicate wild orchids on the nature reserve, and one dead vole.
Still, the weather was good and we’re left feeling suitably smug and self-satisfied by our efforts at exercise.
Can’t be bad.