It is a easy bike ride, with proper cycle paths, and I know where there is a massive bush....after this I cycled around the long way home...
This used to be a huge tradition on a weekend, and it was quite exciting until you couldn't find any, or you pricked yourselves on the thorns, or worse still, you got stung by the stingys....No wonder my boys stopped coming with me!!!
Every year I do this, Why do I do it? I don't make Jam and I don't bake..but you can bet the year I stop, someone will say "Have you got any blackberries".
Does anyone else remember doing this as a child. Is it a big tradition in other countries too!