After visiting my palatial place of work and wandering the grounds in search of the bramble-bound fruit, we collected an appalingly small amount.
A visit to this exhaust choked underpass paid massive dividends, however. It's early November as I write this and we still have bags of blackberries in the freezer.
While on our hunt for good blackberrying grounds we took a little trip to Easton-In-Gordano, which is where Momma P's grandparents are from. Gently buffeted by the roar of the motorway we searched this churchyard for clues. If you're a Sprackling and from the west country and you stumble across this blog - please leave us a comment to say hi.
No comments:
Post a Comment