The Experiment Continues
Back in the dark ages one of the seasonal pleasures of life was to go "black berrying". There were still pockets of rural land in Bristol (the Clay Bottom area being one) where the berries grew wild and free. When they were ripe, sweet and juicy we would harvest some in small pails and try not to eat then all before we got home (all purple/ black fingers, lips and tongues!) Then Mum would make Blackberry and Apple Pie (or Crumble) one of the best known blending of fruits and flavours in the entire Universe - so to speak. Wild blackberries. The last time I saw and ate them was in Normandy (circa 1996) when members of my family and I rented a small cottage in a quiet country lane, far from even a village or hamlet. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then "someone" decided that we had a right to seasonal fruits year round. We took the bait and now expect and eat fruits and vegetables which are grown and h...