That brought back some memories !!
We always went blackberrying as a child. My Mum made bramble jelly jam ( as none of us kids liked ‘bits’ in our jam. She strained it through an old stocking suspended on the legs of un upturned stool into a bowl, and the decanted into jars.
In fact my girls wouldn’t eat anything other than Nanny’s jam too!
We take our elder 2 grandkids, they love going . Not much makes it into the jar but judging by the purple fingers and tongues they enjoy it.
North Devon expectant mothers are on their own as of today.



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It was back breaking work and I lasted one whole day!