Lovely afternoon spent blackberry picking in the warmth of the Autumn sunshine. Managed to avoid getting stung by the nettles. Have picked enough to make some lovely crumbles during the winter.
Reminds me of how we used to go blackberry picking on Epsom common 40 years ago. The smell of jam and bramble jelly cooking on the stove used to fill the house. In the garden we used to have 3 or 4 apple trees as well as pear trees. I remember Dad storing the apples in drawers in the brick shed with paper in between to stop them rotting. I never know which is my favourite season but Autumn is certainly a special time of year.