Picking bilberries

The local lanes are lined with bilberries. We've been watching them ripen over the last few weeks and in early July we finally got round to picking some. 

Bilberries are tiny, and they don't really taste very nice raw. It takes a long time to pick a worthwhile crop. But it's a pleasant evening's work pottering up and down the lanes in the sunshine, and it gave us a chance to inspect some of our dry stone walls. 

Eventually we picked a couple of tubs full and headed home.

This lot went into the freezer, and then into a couple of batches of scones, which I seem to have neglected to take photos of. 

Next up is blackberries, and I've already spotted a few ripe ones while out running, so I must pop down the field and check ours at the weekend. There's something cheery about eating food that just grows without being planted. ​