We persuaded ourselves that the rain would hold off, and drove to Filey, then strolled along the seafront to start a six-mile circular walk across fields via Hunmanby.
We took a bag for blackberries, but ignored the early ones, so that we wouldn't have to carry them too far.
On the return leg, we started picking them, and were surprised that there were still so many.
Don't people go blackberrying nowadays? To my mind, they are one of the tastiest of fruits.
We saw some people catch a bus near Filey. When we walked past the bus stop, I saw blackberries by the dozen hanging from the hedgerow. How do people resist them?
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