On Sunday we spent a happy few hours in the countryside, picking wild blackberries, damsons (or bullaces?) and elderberries. It was grey and cloudy, with a chilly wind. Autumn is here and it is blowing hot and cold: one minute we're eating outside in the sunshine, the next pulling on thick woolly sweaters.
That's my husband's hand up there, among the fruit and leaves. Back at home, I made a hedgerow jelly with a mix of all these wild fruit... except I failed to bring it quite to setting point. It is absolutely amazingly delicious however: thick and juicy and tart and deep; almost black with a red glow. Mmmm.
Now I'm in a strange mood. An Autumn mood, maybe: blowing hot and cold.
