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Friday, September 09, 2011
I've been promising myself for two or three weeks that I'd go and pick some blackberries. Only a panful, but enough for a couple of crumbles, along with apple. They're bubbling gently on the stove now. Autumn - crab apples , sloes, blackberries - all there to be enjoyed.
I passed two men with metal detectors, scoping a field, saw a couple of buzzards, and finished up walking uphill back to the village, with the chance to look back over the valley in the warm sun. Oh, and the crumble was delicious.