Been out for blackberries after reading that there are about 140 different types out there. The writer lived in London, recommended only picking above waist height (!) and suggested you buy sweeter varieties from a supermarket as the wild ones have to be cooked to be sweet - lol...
We should really have a competition for the best produce displayed at the end of a garden.
Here is my sad looking vegetable patch now that we are heading into the colder weather. A few swede and some celeriac for later, one row of carrots for the odd stew and some chard left. Everything else has gone - but at least I haven't had to buy any vegetables for the whole summer.
Ruth's grape harvest on the way to be made into juice at the pressers - who doesn't like his picture being taken so we can't post it on here.
Well, not so much hunting as waiting for them to come for the carrots.
That is the problem (and advantage) with killing your own animals. You have to face the fact that it was once alive and it makes you eat less meat, which is a good thing. It wasn't easy - a huge arguement with my son, frozen hands and now the last thing we want to eat is rabbit. So into the freezer until the memory has faded, but I am still hoping to run over a deer.