Yesterday saw the most glorious of autumnal days. Bluest skies streaked with amazing clouds (I must find out what this type of cloud is).
We decided to go foraging, hedgerow style, around the fields of my childhood.
I grew up here, well from the age of 10 upwards. So know these fields pretty well. Certain foot paths and lanes will take you to places where we used to make dens, tell stories, have a naughty puff on a forbidden ciggie (ahem no! not me, I just watched).
So when it comes to autumn and picking and bottling, I know exactly where to go for good harvesting.
Through the train tunnel, using the bridalway.
We found some amazing haws, blackberries, rosehips, sloes and wild damsons.
I couldn't stop picking... only to find out we had run out of tupperware to carry it home in.
It was glorious, the sun gently warming our backs as we picked. The only noise disruption was the train going past. Charlie taking a photo of the train.
The slow walk home, bags laden with berries, hearts full - stomachs very empty, lunchtime.
I will be turning our hedgerow bounty this evening into Rosehip Syrup, Sloe Gin and Hedgerow Jelly.
Labels: country living, harvest