bramble n. rough prickly shrub of the genus Rubus with long trailing shoots, esp. blackberry-bush.
Oxford English Dictionary.
Is it the time of year or the advancing years that makes one prone to nostalgia?
Sunday afternoon bike rides with my Dad were always wonderful excursions into the countryside where there were always new things to discover – from wildflowers and butterflies to nettle stings and grazed knees. Whilst a bottle of lemonade with a straw and a cheese and onion cob (roll) at the local hostelry were always a treat nothing could beat going home with a basket full of blackberries and the expectation that there would be a blackberry and apple pie to cheer up washday Monday.
To this very day I can’t resist an invitation to go brambling – it immediately conjures up golden autumn afternoons, the sweet sour taste of blackberries, purple stained lips and fingers, and a magical immunity to the pain of scratches from the briars and thorns.
Blackberry and apple pie or crumble are both great favourites, but nothing is nicer than a thick slice of homemade bread and lashing of blackberry jam. I know it is full of seeds but it is still so superior to bramble jelly. It is also quicker and easier to make!
The recipe used by Himself is on the Croft Kitchen page.
On Michaelmas Day the devil puts his foot on blackberries.
When Lucifer was expelled from Heaven, he fell from the skies into a blackberry bush. He cursed the fruit, scorched them with his fiery breath, spat and stamped on them and made them unfit to eat! Old Michaelmas Day, 10th October, is the last day on which blackberries should be picked.