I'm very excited, on my walk yesterday I found a hord of wild raspberries! bushes and bushes of them. When we moved into the area, a local man explained that the raspberries where originally planted by the railway men at strategic points along the train track (now turned into walking/cycling/horse trail.)
Not only that but the winberries (Bilberry, whinberry) are out (more about them another day) so with a carton of the raspberry beautys, just got to decide whether its going to be Eaton Mess, Raspberry Fool, raspberry pavlova, or raspberry icecream...
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Ooo, I used to love whinberry pie when i were a lad -- made thinly on a dinner plate, cut into sectors and served with sugar and milk, which immediately turned a deep purple - staining your fingers if you touched any berries!
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