A dog walker is rarely out without a poly bag or two. Just as well today, when I found myself lured by greedy visions of brambles baked into crumbles and made into jelly, and best of all, stewed with sugar and port and eaten with yogurt.
I was out walking at Ardentinny, a little off the beaten track so the dogs didn't disturb the folk on the beach, or worse, nick their sandwiches and barbecued bangers. I'd picked a few brambles there at the weekend, but today there were hundreds in all their shiny, polished glory, black and glossy and beautiful. Unfortunately bramblers have to compete with Nature in the form of bluebottles and wasps, so these days I always cook the brambles rather than eat them raw - although I have consumed so many in my life I must have eaten any number of wee beasties!
There's something so satisfying about getting a free meal that I don't mind the scratches or the occasional extra protein.
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Brambles. Thats how we fed ourselves as children in the summer time. We would play in, what was, a field at the end of the road and surrounding it were large bramble bushes which we used to feed off of. Bugs weren't a problem in those days.
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