Ripe glossy Blackberries, ready to eat, just full of juice and plumptiousness.
They have the very best growing conditions, roots in deep shade and heads in the sun.
They are still in situ, there is no way that I would pick them.
1, They are right on the roadside.
2, They are at prime dog watering height.
Such a shame, they are the first to ripen every year and are just about the largest wild berries that I have seen.
There will some in a safe picking place soon, unless of course they are blasted into oblivion by the weather.
I have just returned from dog walking, no Rufus today the heat has done him in, Herbie had a lovely snuffle round and is now tucked into the sofa corner snoring.
Luckily the sun was in hiding for the duration and there is a cooling breeze blowing through the valley.
I tried knitting last night and again first thing this morning, it was not a success. I did precisely 2 rounds on the toe up socks before the yarn stuck to my fingers and the fingers stuck to each other.
I finished sewing a gift yesterday, and even that was a sticky job.
It required frequent visits to the kitchen for iced water, and just as frequent visits to recycle the water and wash my hot hands.
I am beginning to feel like a character in an Austen novel, ready to swoon at the drop of a hanky.
I am so glad that I do not have to be laced into corsets, just imagine how you would feel under all those layers.
I still shudder at the memory of wearing a liberty bodice. Only until I wised up and took it off after breakfast and hid it under the mattress.
On that thought I am off to get a brew on.