Better late . . .

. . . than never.

We went out for our first serious blackberry picking this afternoon; they seem to have been delayed this year.  The sky was looking forbidding and the air had turned a little cool, but it was truly delightful to be able to walk to an abundance of brambles and their berries.

Mind you, the berries looked a little undernourished, although they tasted fine.  The sign at the gate to this field read "Beware the bull" so I kept a weather eye on the hill behind us (Extra); I'd not want to have a large and cross creature creep up on me . . .