Radiating Vitamin C

It has to be said that the abundant abundance of blackberries along our road in and out of town has not gone past Nigel. 

He’s been watching them for a couple on months now ……..

…… and now they are ripe for the picking and I think we are eating so many at the moment I swear we are all looking a little purple round the gills.

Each day Little Miss Iris and Young Master Bertie accompany Nigel to go picking, baskets swinging in a most romantic, rustic sort of country way, a vision not unlike something out of an Enid Blyton book.

With Little Miss Iris sagely reminding everyone not to pick the low down fruit because a dog or hedgehog might have wee’d on them. Nigel has taught her well.

Admittedly not all the blackberries picked get home to be washed, as Young Master Bertie tends to consume them as soon as they hit his basket, but Nigel has also taught his beloved niece and nephew that you also have to eat a peck of dirt (and the odd accidental worm or spider),  before you die.  What is he like?

Darrell is eagerly awaiting, with jam jars waiting, the ripening of the plums that also grow along the road, but they are not quite ready yet.

There are also elderberries aplenty, however these are a bit beyond us …….. we think that you can tread them like grapes to make beverages of an alcoholic type nature ……..

……. but, I have told Darrell in no uncertain terms not to get any bright ideas, The Towers is far too bijoux to be housing any bubbling demijohns  he may be thinking about in order to concoct exotic elixirs for his collection of cocktail ingredients.