Round my way the blackberries are over. From previous years' experience I would expect them to taste horrible (the devil spits on them at the end of September, according to folklore) if they weren't.
My boss and his wife, who live out in the middle of Essex, near Saffron Walden, were picking blackberries yesterday - large and juicy.
Here I expect the best of the crop of blackberries end of July to beginning of September.
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