Scatter with one hand; gather with two-Welsh
Smells of cooking pervade my parent's house. I have just baked a whinberry pie(moorland bilberry for all those of you not familiar with this dialect word.)It's sitting on the counter top oozing purple juices of sweet berriness. Fear not! I am not going to eat the damned thing but feed it to the honey tonight along with chantilly cream. There's a real delight at providing free food for others.
Today I climbed THE hill and I picked whimberries on the way down. Afterall the birds delight in the small pleasures, why not us? It was back aching work but i think the results are worth it when the chap eats the local delicacy.
It was windy and deliciously sunny at the top of the hill and I took pleasure in sweating a lot. At the bottom i took off my boots and my hiking socks were sodden, my fingers stained with violet juice.
