I walked to the vets with my grandson this morning (and the dog in case you were wondering) and there were lots of quite small, but perfectly ripe blackberries for the picking all along the footpath. They’re much smaller than my cultivated ones and the first one appeared to be very sour, but it didn’t stop the four-year old from munching away at them.
The bushes on my allotment have huge juicy ripe berries growing alongside tiny, hard, green underripe ones.
How do you acknowledge Easter.