The day has been fairly sunny, if not quite as warm as the previous week. Still, it’s nearly evening before I make it down the hill, and even then it takes an insistent sunbeam poking me through the window to prompt me to leave the house.
Briefly. Because I’ve forgotten that I’ll need to be wearing a bit more protection than is provided by tee-shirt and sandals if I’m going to pick blackberries. So I head back inside, and re-emerge five minutes later properly attired and equipped. Time is tight today, so instead of yomping down past the vast laurel hedge to the gate by the postbox, I turn right ...
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