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Originally Posted by LazyScot
I'm with Curly here; I remember, as a child, when camping and walking in the Scottish mountains with my dad, eating fresh blueberries (or blayberries, as he called them) picked fresh from the bushes on the hillside, washed down with water from the nearest burn. Ambrosia!
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I remember one day in Switzerland...
We were biking down the river Rhine (national biking route nr 2), and we were on our last leg to Basel. We were biking alongside an elevated railway track. The whole side of that elevation (which was about 2m above the biking path) was covered with blackberry bushes. It was at the hight of the blackberry crop so, most were already gone. But, we were overtaken by a "mowing" machine. It didn't mow any grass, but cropped those blackberry bushes back. And all those blackberries that couldn't be reached earlier (because of the thorns) were all exposed! We took our pans (we've a nice camping set) and filled one to the brim with blackberries (and ate even more
) It was awesome!