Having spotted some blackberries in the churchyard yesterday morning, when the Mrs arrived home to take charge of Jayarani, I headed back through the drizzle with young Joshua to harvest. We discussed the weather in Welsh as walked up the hill. We both know all the key phrases and also “it is sunny” not that we get to use that very often.
There were fewer blackberries than I thought but those we found we picked and headed home where I mixed them with three large cooking apples from the hovel and a crumble topping and, hey presto, what you see below emerged. With cream, all agreed it was perfect, even Joshua who has an on-off relationship with apples. But that, I fear, marks the end of summer. The cooking apples are almost gone, it will be a stretch to find decent quantities of blackberries and the l;ast rhubarb went into some additional rhubarb and ginger gin, ready for the arrival of Olaf at Christmas. There are a few raspberries left and a couple of pears still to pick but that will then be it for the 2021 fruit harvest. Summer is completely over.
I have big plans for 2022 but more on that later.
