Every month Mr P and I take a trip to visit his folks at their countryside home. Mr P's father picked us up from the train station, as usual, and drove us along the familiar bramble and forest-filled route. However, this time it was different. The hedges seemed fuller, and covered with black pox that was unfamiliar to me. "The hedges are full this year" his dad announced. "Yes, this year there is a bumper crop. We have to go berry picking," followed Mr P. EEEEKKK! I was so excited. I had never gone berry picking before, and then berry picking at the side of the road? Get out of town!!! (literally)

The next day, Mr P's sister arrived from London. We decided that the day would start off with a round of golf (any excuse), then we would go to the hedgerow near their parents' house to do some berry picking. However, as we were about to pull into the driving range the hedges that cloaked the entrance to the range were also covered by the very treasures we were seeking. After swinging with great expertise we rushed to the hedges to pick away. The spoils were overwhelming, but we didn't stop. We went back to the house, and continued the berry picking there. I made a pie, and packed loads to take back to London to eat with my homemade granola.