I wandered around, picking a few blackberries here and there and singing along to my iPod because I was enjoying myself and fuck anyone who doesn't like my off-tune voice. I was just about to head back when I noticed....
Could it be?
Yes, it was! A BUTTLOAD of blackberry bushes! Whoot!
There were a LOT of blackberries that hadn't quite ripened yet but more than enough ripe blackberries for me to pick!
I helped myself to a bagful of blackberries and made a mental note of where to find some more. I might just head back next week and help myself to a few more.
I love that we live in a place where we can just walk along and pick blackberries. (As opposed to having to visit a pick-your-own farm.) It's definitely something I'll miss about Wales, if we ever leave.
During my walk I made a few new friends... including a Red Admiral Butterfly...
...and a family of moorhens!
Aside from a nasty little encounter with a stinging nettle plant, I had a great time. When I got home, I whipped up a lovely treat with my blackberries - but that's another post!