After I'd been blackberrying last time Younger Son asked me if I was picking sustainably.
'Um, what?'
'You're not stripping the bush?'
Today his words came back to me as I blackberried again.
'Has he ever been blackberry-picking?' I asked George.
'Of course he has,' George replied. 'He's your son. You would have forced him at least once.'
'Then he should know that even with me picking the middle tier and you munching your way through the bottom layer we wouldn't be able to strip a bush let alone a forest of bushes.'
Just waiting for my blackberry cake to cook. Mmmm.
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