Despite sometimes struggling with the concept of time passing I do know that it is Tuesday, not Monday. I caught another nasty viral thing last week (hence the missing post) and I’m just getting back on track now.

I have run out of scans of the letters pages so this week I’ll have to get the scanner back out and do another batch (I’m just ust making a note of that here for accountability’s sake!) so that I can continue the series with pages from volume 3.

I at least have half of my Secret Island post done as I was working on it last week when the lurgy took me down.

Letters to Enid 38

and

The Secret Island part 3

Just over a year ago I managed to write an entire post about blackberries, and now it’s blackberry season again. For all their jaggy tendrils the back garden blackberry bushes had almost nothing worth picking on them. Instead we went for a walk through a local nature reserve (a narrow mile-long strip in the middle of the city which used to be a railway line) and found that there were blackberries practically all the way along.

We picked a whole tub full (there was a guy doing the same, only instead of a small tupperware box he had a large biscuit tin – I wonder how many he’d found?) and did porridge bars again. We had so many that I left out the banana. That might have been a slight mistake as they are lacking a bit of sweetness despite the chocolate chips we added. But Brodie likes them, and I think they look really good!

Blackberries