This afternoon the plan is to go any buy some more work clothes. It doesn't happen. Instead I go to the forest and pillage the blackberry bushes. I think others have been there before me, as initially it doesn't look promising. However, if you are prepared to brave the nettles and push yourself into the middle of a thicket (and I am), there is treasure to be had. At a price. I emerge triumphant but scratched and stung, with hands stained guiltily purple. It is foraging, and free for all, but it still feels like scrumping. I smuggle my box of blackberries in my bag, and hide my hands in my pockets from the searching eyes of dog walkers. On one occasion, when caught RIGHT in a bramble bush by a elderly couple, I ridiculously hold the box behind my back, and stand as if this is the perfect place from which to admire the view. Idiot.
It is worth it. I have spoils. And I have also noted further plunder potential - sloes and hazelnuts. Just need to deal with the guilt issues. Or get some camouflage.Camouflage. Easier.
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