Weird people call them blackberries but up here in Yorkshire we call them brambles. Don't ask me why - it's just the way it is.
We have bramble bushes at the bottom of our garden. Apart from anything else, they form a prickly barrier that discourages potential intruders. Better than a burglar alarm or a rabid dog and what is more you can eat the brambles. They are good for scattering on muesli at breakfast time and you can put them in pies or make bramble jelly with them.
Because of the unsettled weather we have been experiencing in northern England this summer, the brambles have really thrived and now they are beginning to ripen. I visited the bottom of the garden late this morning and soon collected a pound and a half of the fruit.
Afterwards, I went to get some shopping from our local "Lidl" store and remembered to buy some ready rolled puff pastry. I needed this to make two bramble pies - one for us and one for our lovely next door neighbours - Jill and Tony. I scattered some caster sugar over the brambles and drizzled a spoonful of honey before putting pastry lids on the pies.
If you would like to smell my pies press the "Insert" and "F6" buttons on your computer keyboard and the aroma of baking bramble pies will emerge from the USB ports and other electrical orifices. Mmmmmm! We shall be eating slices of our pie later with some single cream.