The Boss and I never call them 'blackberries', they are always brambles to us and they are another one of Mother nature's hedgerow foraging treats, or in this case an orchard foraging treat. We're also convinced that the beautifully named bird the 'Brambling' eats them too. Although last year's crop was pretty good this year's harvest promises some absolutely bumper picking, already the briars are laden with fruit and there are lots more of these luscious berries to ripen.
So the promise this year is for lots of jams, jellies, pies, tarts and cakes and that wonderful savoury accompaniment to game, pickled blackberries, sorry brambles.
I can barely wait, meanwhile we simply pick a few to tease the tastebuds while we are walking the Jack Russell Terriers.
The two terriers like them too but at least they don't get black fingers.