Epping Forest Blackberry Tart
We wandered around Epping Forest for a whole afternoon, sweeping out the cobwebs from the corners of our lives. It was good to be out in the sunshine and the breeze, amongst the rustling of leaves and tall hot grass and chirping birds. We laughed and talked, stopping only enough to pick and eat early wild blackberries* till our fingers were covered with layers of sticky sweetness and our appetites were satiated.
Then flinging ourselves under the shade of spreading trees, we abandoned the fight against gravity and succumbed to the drowsy summer heat.
“To companionship! To Christ! To He who controls all things!”.
We ate together.
Soon the coddling warmth of summer will cool to autumn, and then the darkness of winter will not be far behind.
*not against Epping Forest by-laws, although people have interpreted foraging for wild mushrooms as contravening the same