The sign said " Blackberries - now picking " and we couldn't resist. T and I drove in the lane of a lovely little farm complete with pond, cows, hayfield and a field full of berry bushes.
And what tremendous berries they were ! I had never seen such huge blackberries. In no time at all we had picked two pans full, plus a bonus pot of raspberries .
We took the berries to be weighed under an apple tree and learned from the old farmer that the blackberries are called Triple Crown , which grow particularly well in our area.
What a wonderful way to spend a few hours in the late afternoon sun, storing up the summer sights and sounds, to be remembered when the snow is blowing around the house and we are making a pot of tea to go with our toast and blackberry jam.