For the last few weeks I have been watching the blackberries ripen in the hedges as I walk the delinquent dog each morning.
On Friday, I could resist no longer. The poor dog stood around, looking just like small children do when you stop in the street to talk to people – that posture that says something like ‘Oh really, haven’t you finished yet’…
While I had my breakfast courtesy of Mother Nature.
Mostly Motley 
Ha ha… did he roll his eyes, like my children do?
I tell you, if there’d been a tin can near by, he’d have kicked it!
You have to grab them when they’re ready. The dog can put up with it. 🙂
It’s been a stonking year for them. Hope they tasted as good as they look.
I have been picking blackberries from the hedgerow as I ride past them on my horse. They taste wonderful!
You should be riding around here – I can’t reach the tops and that’s where the juiciest berries are!
I haven’t had a single one this year – hopefully we will get to pick some at the weekend – they are a pricey £3 a small plastic tray full in Sainsbury’s!
Blackberries are the one fruit I’ve never bought in a shop – too many years spent precariously balanced in prickly hedges – it adds to the enjoyment I’m sure.
Yes I was surprised to see them in the shops does no-one go Blackberry picking anymore?
They’ve been so late to ripen here and this last weekend would have been a prime time for picking but I wasn’t about. Think I’ll have to attempt to get some this afternoon, before the rains come!
The very best ones were about eight feet up in the hedges – a problem when you’re only five feet seven and holding a delinquent dog with one hand – it makes me ache to think how much is going to waste.