I love blackberry picking. When I was a child, my family used to take us foraging for blackberries every September. We’d come back with enough to supply a supermarket and my mum would always make a delicious blackberry crumble.
We took Evie blackberry picking with us last year but she was only six months old. Although she tried to eat a few, she couldn’t really get involved in the picking. One year later and the difference is unreal! She loved blackberry picking (eating).
As soon as we started to put them into the bowl Evie would put her hands in, take them back out again and eat them. For the first half an hour we got nowhere. It didn’t matter how many times we told her or showed her how to put them in the bowl, she’d just shake her head and eat them. Here’s her sneakily eating them as I’m picking some more…
It was so lovely watching Evie and Jamie pick them together and I was luckily enough to capture some great moments of them. Evie loved mimicking what we were doing…well apart from the leaving them in the bowl bit.
At one point we were even joined by a chicken who seemed to enjoy rooting around in the bushes just as much as us. Only in Cornwall! I’m not going to lie, I was a bit afraid because he seemed determined to either join us or peck us.
The best blackberries always seem to be on the busy lanes and we were a bit worried about letting Evie down because cars come flying down them. Halfway through blackberry picking we were lucky enough to find a cute little ‘off road’ farm lane where we could let Evie run about safely.
It was great because she could enjoy herself by finding sticks and helping herself to the lower down blackberries. It also meant that daddy could take over as chief blackberry picker and hog the bowl and the best bushes while I just enjoyed watching them both.
I did persuade Jamie to let me participate at one point. For someone who wasn’t that enthusiastic about blackberry picking he sure did enjoy himself and kept nagging me to let him take back over.
It’s funny because in all of our worries about Evie getting stung by nettles or scratched by brambles, it ended up being me that fell victim to these plants. Silly Mummy!! That was my cue to hand back the bowl.
Jamie definitely got the blackberry picking bug (my mum suffers from this more than anyone, when she starts picking blackberries there is no stopping her) and even though we’d agreed that it was time to go and had even put Evie in the car, Jamie insisted that he have a couple more minutes because he’d found some more good ones. Ten minutes later I ended up starting the car and slowly pulling away before he got the hint to go.
We did get quite a lot of blackberries. Although half of them ended up in our…sorry Evie’s…mouth before they ever reached the bowl. But we still had enough left over to make our own delicious crumble. Look out for our secret family blackberry crumble recipe! It’ll be up on the blog next Monday!
If you don’t have any lanes around you and haven’t been fruit picking before, have a scout around for a local farm. You can normal pick much more than blackberries!
Have you been blackberry picking with your family before? What’s your favourite outdoors thing to do in Autumn?
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