I have struggled my way around the overgrown area at the bottom of the garden and all the blackberries are now picked. My hands are slightly scratched and pink and tingling from a brush with a nettle., but the blackberries are washed and are currently draining ready to be made into jam and filling for a crumble.
I ought to have done it a few days ago because there were a lot that had gone past their best, but I was too busy with G's programming book project and also the weather was foul. Off now to shop for food and then to cook dinner and attempt jam!