Friend M, who is a cunning forager in her own right, managed to find another source of ‘wild’ food on the same weekend as we went blackberrying. Well perhaps the apple tree at the nursing home where her Mum lives isn’t a ‘wild’ so much as an ‘unruly’ food.
Having finangled her Mum into helping her pick the fruit another resident wandered up and volunteered to help as she was bored and happy to lend a hand. Go those ‘old’ ladies – boy did they pick heaps of apples. We were delivered about half the batch.
An apple and blackberry pie was a start but we soon moved on to more pressing matters.