Over coffee last week I was telling my friend how I was on the look out for great places to find blackberries.
“There’s loads where I live, they’re enormous too” she told me and then as an afterthought mentioned the trees laden with apples and pears.
“When are you free next week? I’m coming over!”
So today I packed the car with bags, tubs and daughter and headed to our designated meeting point.
Our General in command took us to all the secret bramble bushes in the area. With a flinty determination she pushed through the thorns and spikes to get to the best fruit.
She clearly has bionic arms as she didn’t seem to feel the pricks and scratches from the unyielding bushes.
On the other hand I was more like a prisoner of war caught on barbed wire, at one stage helplessly dangling like a puppet on a string.
Very quickly we had filled three tubs of beautiful berries.
We were urged onwards to wage war on the apple trees!
There is nothing more life affirming than to watch a woman in her thirties climb a tree like a Spider Monkey and shake the branches vigorously, whilst another scrambles around on the ground, picking the fallen fruit trying to avoid being brutally struck in the face by an exploding apple bomb.
After an hour and a half of scrumping and foraging we headed back to base with minimal injuries, barely able to carry our loot.
We hadn’t even got as far as the Pear trees!