There’s a lane which runs down the side of my housing estate and is a cornucopia of goodies for the forager. At the moment, that means haws, so today I went with my basket to collect some in order to make cordial.
I was therefore a little dismayed when the hawthorns seemed to almost devoid of their berries. Maybe someone had got there before me? Then I saw pigeons and was pleased to think they had been feasting, although if they eat all the berries now, what will they do come winter?
Anyway, I picked a few haws and then came across a tree which I thought might be sloes. I wanted to be sure they were what they thought they were, after previous mistakes which might have turned out badly. So, I did an internet search, which revealed that the sloes might actually be bullace.
If they are bullace (a type of wild plum), they are very tart, so perhaps not ripe. However, I forgot the check if the tree looked like blackthorn, so the jury is out.
I also got a few late-ripening blackberries when I discovered a hawthorn laden with berries, which I had sailed past on entering the lane. So, my concoction is now going to be autumn hedgerow fruits.