By strange coincidence I have just picked another half pound of blackberries from the back garden this morning, lovely on top of my cereal, washed first or I'll end up with a meaty crunch
When I was young we used to cycle out to Chipstead Valley as a whole family and come back with enough blackberries to feed us for months, my Mum used to make loads of blackberry and apple sponge, as there was no such thing as a freezer so we gorged ourselves in short shrift
the pantry was jam packed with jars of every description. There was a bomb site next to the barracks behind our house and gangs of us would forage for hours eating more than we picked
Great memories.
