My gooseberry bush was picked clean recently, within hours of the neighbour messaging me to say they looked ripe and could he pick them! Unfortunately I didn't see the message until later in the day, by which time they'd gone and he then denied taking them
Blackberry picking always reminds me of a Seamus Heaney poem.
Took my grandson to the (deserted) beach near me yesterday. On the way back, we stopped to pick some blackberries. Despite only being 2, he's a good little picker. So sweet. Totally nude, covered in sand, picking berries. A happy summer memory to add to my bank to last me until I see him again at Christmas.
Yes it's a great year for blackberries here in Welwyn, Herts. They are large, juicy and sweet. I've made two lots of jam and a few apple and blackberry crumbles, delicious served with icecream. There's a bowl in the freezer for sparse days, so that's it for this season, no more blackberry picking until next year.
There was one bush that they'd missed and I got a lot from it. I only need enough to use with one bottle of vodka. I've made some jelly which is nice, but I'm the only one that eats it so no point making more of that.
We have loads. It used to be wasteland here and someone came when we first moved in and got annoyed because she used to walk her dog and pick blackberries here. DH has nurtured them so they are quite productive.
What a cheek, Gagajo, your own bit of wasteland! How very dare they. I hope they left you some. Or I hope they're too sour to eat.