Saturday marked the day of our usually biennial blackberry day. Having spent most years inviting my own friends, this time it was Tom’s turn; he invited some school friends, a couple of mutual friends and his cousins to make a total of around 16 people.
We have a pretty good routine now – me cutting a path to the gate I built in the morning (picture a scene similar to the prince cutting his way to sleeping beauty through head-high thorns), Tom preparing food for a shared lunch and us both putting out tables, chairs, picnic rugs and umbrellas.
Such was the fun of the day that I didn’t take any photos with people in them but I quite like the after effects of the attacked blackberry patch in these photos.
And of course there was pie – two pies in fact; one with a bird pie whistle and the other with a lattice top.
At the end of it all we’d got a bit frazzled in the hot hot sun so headed off to the swimming hole in convoy to swim, float and cool down. Sitting around afterwards we ate Shumin’s delicious homemade pretzels and all was right with the world.
Tom and I are now surviving on a fridge of leftovers and bags of berries. It’s a hard life but someone has to do it.