As a McCoy, Vicki had a hankering to see Hatfield Forest, which was sort of on the way to wherever we thought we might be going next. Besides, it is the last surviving royal hunting forest in Britain, more than a thousand years old. Plus we wanted to hone our skills at differentiating between coppiced and pollarded trees. Plus, the blackberries picked in Durham and then Derby had given out.
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| Thus; plus, it's a National Trust property |
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| Big, old trees, coppiced trees, open field for killing deer |
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| Coppiced, we think |
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| Giant old tree |
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We had intended to go for a long walk, but the blackberry
patch was just a 100 yards from the car park; dodging nettles
and bees, and cow patties (and neeps), we managed 2 big
quart bags in a half hour |
1 comment:
Oh, yum! I bought 2 gallons of blackberries for the freezer this year.
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