I love autumn.

It’s hands down, no quibbling, absolutely definitely my favourite season of them all.

What’s not to love about crisp, misty mornings, starry evenings, sweaters and boots?

And blackberries.

Today we visited Black Purl to drink coffee, eat croissants, discuss aprons and measure up for wardrobes.  There was also some discussion about Farrow and Ball paint colours.

Kids and dogs ran amok.  Archie made friends with Nino and Roxy (after some initial barky nonsense).

It was a pretty perfect morning.

Especially as BP’s lovely neighbour, who’s garden is a little on the wild side, had invited us to come in and pick the blackberries.

So we did.We had a ridiculous amount of fun.  And ended up with two large trays of blackberries, 8 stained hands and two very proud small people.

Who the hell needs a PlayStation?

Not us.

The blackberries are currently freezing and next week some of them will find their home in an apple and blackberry crumble cake, which will form the centre of a morning of knitting with friends.

We shall, of course, send a piece to the generous neighbour who shared his bounty with us.