Blackberry time is upon us darlings. Last year silly Mrs. Lee left it too late and the birds feasted on delicious hedgerow fayre. Was I sick!
So my handsome husband and I have been on our regular walk with Panda blackberrying as we go.
So what if we are sporting red/purple hands and nettle rash. My favourite jam in the whole wide world is blackberry. No contest. Don’t even attempt to fob one off with that bramble jelly muck from supermarkets.
Darlings, it has to be the real deal.
Yesterday one was dragged round the village fete in the rain. Soaked to the bone.
At least there was JAM!