Blackcurrant stained fingers

Undeterred by the rain, Murron and I packed our wellies and water proofs and drove to Amisfield Garden. Instead of the usual weeding we picked blackcurrants galore and to our delight the sun came out and stayed. I picked whilst Murron explored and we returned home with enough strawberries and blackcurrants to make jam. We collected Catriona on the way to play with Murron, Becky arrived to hang out with Rowan and I busied myself in the kitchen surrounded by bags of sugar and simmering fruit.