Years and years ago some friends and I would walk one of the chapters in a book "Green London Way". On the Wimbledon section of the walk we found a path lined by blackberries which, despite the numbers of people that must have passed by, weren't picked. We filled our lunch boxes.
How times change.
Lots and lots of people pick the blackberries on the path between the riding stable and the Leyton Marshes, and then over the hill to the car park by the cattle creep. I cycled up there this morning. As yesterday had been overcast and cool, I don't think many had been out picking, so easily able to fill my container. I made a crumble with them.
Sunny day today, and in the late afternoon had time to hook the hammock to the frame under the overhang of my neighbour's ash tree and have a little read and a little nap.
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