When we were children, my granny had a large stand of blackberries - or brambles as we called them in Scotland - in the 'wild' part of her garden so we didn't have to go far afield to gather them. Our Dad made bramble wine, but we were too young to sample it; granny made bramble jelly. When we lived in Norfolk, we discovered a place which nobody else seemed to know about. We picked the luscious berries for several years until one year we turned up to find a notice telling us that the whole field had been sprayed. Disappointed, we turned to our local common which had a plentiful supply. When we moved north the following year, I still had some of them in the freezer with which I made apple and blackberry sorbet. Delicious!