This weekend, in Suffolk, Herself and I have picked blackberries, rosehips and done a tiny wee bit of scrumping. I made a blackberry upside down cake, and we're going to make rosehip jelly with the rosehips and the scrumped apples. We spent many a merry hour getting our hands covered in blackberry juice and, in my case, being so determined to get to the really juicy specimens at the back that I got my entire body attached to the giant bramble bush and had to be forcibly removed with a sound like splitting velcro. My poor clothes.
They were everywhere, these free fruits. Round every corner and along every path and lane. I kept expecting passersby to stop and say, 'oi!' but instead they said, 'It's so nice to see people picking those - they always just go to waste.' Lots of people had suggestions as to what we could do with our plunder (blackberry and apple crumble is a popular choice among elderly gents in Suffolk) - it was all very friendly.
The dog couldn't work out what the hell was going on.
Most years we pick elderflowers and if we can, wild garlic. But to add fruit to our list of foraged items is rather exciting. Herself has a plan about where to find apple trees in Kent, and wild plums too. It's fun, it's free, and it's tasty - once you've washed off the spider's webs and the dust and the dog pee...
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ReplyDeletewe got shouted at for picking blackberries in brockley from a cemetery...'scavenegrs!'
NB if you want pears let me know. my parents have a few thousand but not sure if they are ready get.