Stealing fruit
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It’s been such a hot dry summer that the autumn fruits are already starting to ripen, and so today we headed down to the railway line at Margaretting to pick the brambles from the edge of the farmer’s field.
They were cutting the corn as we walked past, guiltily hiding the plastic boxes we’d brought along for gathering our harvest.
We got a good crop. There are still loads to come out - plenty of red and green ones still maturing on the prickly branches - but we got enough to make a big pie, and we’ll head back next weekend to pick some more.
There were apples, too, hanging low and heavy on the branches of a tree, seemingly lost in the tangle of brambles, so we took some of them, too, and laid them in gently with the blackberries.
Picking your own fruit, grown wild on the edge of a field, has to be one of the best things about living out in the country.
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