brambles

Wild food! Picking blackberries and scoffing them either there and then or later, in a crumble for example, is a jolly fine thing to do, risking stings from wasps and nettles. This lot was part of an apparently boundless supply at an undisclosed location to be revisited. Picking them took me back to when I was a commis chef (skivvy) at the Monarch Hotel in Bridlington, where the head chef, Geoff Deighton, insisted that when fruit salad was being prepared we had to whistle, otherwise half would end up in the wrong stomachs.