We’re enjoying a good summer on the island this year, but I’ve detected a touch of autumn in our days already. The season is starting to turn.
Mornings often have that misty, dewy start to them before the sun rises high enough to burn it off. The brambles in the hedgerows are starting to turn to black, a seasonal harvest that I love.
Wild blackberries, called brambles in Scotland, are fragrant, juicy, and smaller but much more intense in flavour than the imported, cultivated supermarket varieties. Supermarket berries are huge and glossy, promising much but delivering little. I usually have a container of the local ones saved jealously into the freezer ready for apple pies and puddings over the dark winter months.
The lane at the bottom of our croft is a veritable tangle of brambles, all starting to ripen now. I’ve been laid a bit low with a summer flu bug for the last week but we have promised ourselves a foraging session this weekend to see what we can glean.
Ravencroft Skye 
Yum. Miss those. Not something we see here. Hope you feel better.
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Thank you. I’m sure that ripe figs , peaches and apricots are some compensation!
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Sorry to hear about the bug Luffy. I am sensing Autumn too and beginning to pick wild blackberries – such a treat on winter porridge!
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Now you’re talking!
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That looks so lovely. It is a joy to harvest food isn’t it? Here the council poisons blackberries beside the road, but there are still areas where they grow wild and can be harvested. Because we live in such a dry climate the berries from wild brambles are often very small and very sweet… and scarce.
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