Blackberries (Brambles in Scotland)

Growing up in Dublin one of our favourite autumn things was to gather blackberries which my mother would then make into jam. She would always make a blackberry and apple pie as well on the day we picked them and I can still remember the smell wafting through the house. We would be covered in scratches on our arms and legs as the best ones were always the hardest to get at and we'd be picking tiny thorns out of our fingers for days. Worth every scratch. The ones in the photo are now (with lots more) about to be turned into jam. Can't wait.