The Skye’s the limit

Isle of Skye, Wild Raspberries

Foraging for berries in england at this time of year usually means one thing: blackberries.  Copious amounts of fat purple fruits that seem to grow everywhere, be it along old train tracks, your neighbours overgrown garden, or the park. We had an apple tree in our back garden when I was growing up so any blackberries I collected were always made in to an apple and blackberry crumble that bubbled and filled the air with its sweet berry and apple smell when it was cooked.