I cannot recall a year when blackberries have been so plentiful, so large and so sweet.
After a month of gorging on them plucked from brambles, or baked in crumbles or bagged and frozen, they are coming to an end but there are still plenty.
These were some we found along a footpath on a ramble yesterday.
As the blackberries decline, sloes are ripening bringing their iridescent blue to hedgerows. I'll soon pick a couple of pounds for a friend who makes Sloe Gin