Taste

Yesterday a renown blackberry picker in our family was doing her thing . As its been a long hot summer the crop of blackberry's in the hedgerows has been very good this year . Biting into a few the sudden unique wild flavour brought back so many memories of yester year . Memories of past Harvest Festivals at our Methodist ( no longer in action ) chapel , memories of my Gran ( also no longer with us ) organising us to learn by heart  a poem for our Sunday School Anniversary . The poems were written on the back of old wall paper so we didn't wreck them I suppose , also I guess she was more than a bit thrifty !!! I can still feel the texture of that patterned paper between my fingers .....