Many years ago, in another life, I and a number of other work friends were searching a large wild area of Leicester called Aylestone Meadows.  It was around this time of year and we were under strict instructions not to pick the blackberries as the land on which they grew was heavily contaminated.  Needless to say we ignored the instructions and the blackberries were very nice indeed.

30 years later this came back to me as I walked through the same area yesterday.  The blackberries were just as tempting now as they were then and needless to say I still didn’t heed the warnings from all those years ago.  They were lovely.

Clearly the older you get somethings never change.  Blackberries are lovely fresh off the bush and it doesn’t matter what the possible danger might be you just have to pick and eat them,  Yum Yum.