I am a simple man and I love it when the blackberries are out. I went out Blackberrying on Thursday. It always takes me back to the lazy late summer days of childhood. Off with my tubs searching for where the best bushes are. Stretching to reach the big fat juicy ones, flies buzzing in your face, barbs scratching your arms, nettles stinging, wasps menacing by the berries are the many delights! As well as returning with purply blue stained hands and lips smeared with a bizarre lipstick for extras! Why? For that wonderful Blackberry and Apple Crumble of course! Will go out again soon. I did once perform a semi autobiographical story for a harvest theme based on childhood experiences.