Our house is in the ideal location for Martin and I ~ on the outskirts of the County Town, with all it’s amenities but with two seperate village communities to tap into, (our road actually forms the border between them.) And, although the area has become more built~up over the years, we can still stroll along country footpaths within minutes of stepping through our front gate. Which is excellent for our daily dog~walk and observing nature close at hand:
Yesterday we decided to gather blackberries while exercising our right of way across nearby fields.
According to English folklore you shouldn’t pick these wild fruit after Michaelmass, (which used to be September 29th) the day on which the Fallen Angel Lucifer was cast out of heaven and landed on a thorny bramble bush. He was so furious that he either spat or urinated on them, stamped on the with his cloven hooves or threw his cloak over them, depending on the area in which the tale is being told. In any case they are said to taste awful after that date and eating them is supposed to bring bad luck or make you ill.
Whether or not you believe in this legend, it is true to say that the ones we found yesterday were just on the right side of luscious ripeness, so it was the perfect day to harvest them:
Now they’re washed, drained and frozen, ready for making pies and crumbles ~ comfort food full of nurturing Vitamin C to cheer us over the winter. I kept back a small amount, which I placed in a bottle with sugar and half a litre of spirit, so when Christmas comes we can literally drink the fruits of our labours ~ home~made Blackberry Vodka!
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