Of course the best ones are always in the hardest to reach places
but there are so many about that it's easy-pickings this year. Every time I go for a walk, I take a little bag with me and fill it up - I now have a freezer full of lovely blackberries which should take us through to next year.
Of course, it would be nice to have more helpful blackberrying companions - It's a real struggle to keep hold of Millie and pick, but then I've never had much luck with that. My mother used to hate it and would pick about four and then give up. Jonathan would pull a strop about having to go, and then insist on taking the truck and stop at each bramble so I could get out and pick. My children would moan and come along very reluctantly, and I'm sure that when I used to go with my little sister she'd just eat them all. So it's never been a pleasant stroll in the sunshine, picking berries and putting them in my basket!
Anyway, we have been enjoying our long walks, deciding which direction to take,
and then just loving the wide, open spaces.
And of course, I can usually see the men harvesting in the distance
and sometimes a bit closer!