Normally Joshua and I pick blackberries for ice cream, flavoured vodka and crumbles (with homegrown apples) after we get back from Greece. But this year they started early. One of our favourite haunts is the village churchyard where there is an enormous bush in the middle and a few smaller ones either side of the fence between the graves and our upper field.
Most of the berries are still red or green and so I hope for big pickings when we get back to Wales. But with some ( minimal) help from little Jaya we picked enough for one crumble before we left as you can see below.
