Saturday before last was a lovely sunny September day. I’m loving this mild and sunny September weather we’re having and now there’s a crispness in the air heralding autumn is on its way (tomorrow to be exact). Which is good. What’s not to love about autumn?
So what better way to pass the time than get out in that sunny weather and fresh air and collect some blackberries. I must confess blackberrying is not something that I’ve ever done more than a handful of times but I knew that Charlie would want to do it. He and his mummy went out collecting some last year and he loved it.
I had asked Victoria and her crew to come with us but they were all engaged in other activities. Caroline and Trev were working.
So grandad, Charlie and I headed for the lake where we knew the blackberries were ripe for the taking and we all three got stuck in.
Charlie took it very seriously and worked hard filling his tub.
After a little while he took a breather…
… and took in the view.
He also took great delight in pinching my tub of berries when I put them down to snap a picture and poured them into his tub! He thought that was hilarious – the little monkey!
It’s a lot of fun but it’s hard work too.
All that bending and stretching.
So after quite some time we called it a day and decided we’d got enough and had had enough! It’s difficult to know when to stop though. Every time you think that’s the last one you stand up straight, stretch your back, then spy another big fat juicy blackberry that you can’t possibly ignore and that one finds its way into your tub. Stand up straight and again same thing - another big fat juicy one is calling out ”don’t leave me"!”
Eventually we made the break and set off for home at a leisurely pace.
Via the park.
Down the path.
Alongside the stream, through Ealees.
I couldn’t wait to weigh our haul of nature’s bounty. 4lbs! – and every ounce packed with carefree fun and happy memories!
Apple and blackberry crumble never tasted so good!