En route

The way to the allotment has changed again.

The dog roses and elderflowers of midsummer are past, replaced by encroaching branches and the green heads of elderberries. We missed making elderflower fritters here, but we caught the later, northern elderflowers on holiday, and made some fritters then. They were surprisingly good, good enough to make us determined to take advantage of the local harvest next year. From that same expedition we picked the wild blaeberries that grow on Scottish moorland.


Back home, we squeeze past the branches of gean, through the gap in the railings, and into the dark tunnel of high summer.