A butterfly still finding there are plenty of wild flowers. Who could have named this the Common Blue? It's far too beautiful to be called common.
Wild figs, not yet ripe. Passers by try them but I know from experience they have little flavour. The wild birds appreciate them though.
Hips on a wild rose bush. Once these used to be collected by the sack load in country areas. Now they are left for wildlife.
Haws on the hawthorn bushes are plentiful too this year. They won't last long.
O, hips and haws are scarlet,
And all my time's my own,
So I will go to Yarlet
Or maybe into Stone;
For Autumn is the season
And golden is the morn,
And clearly shows the reason
That ever I was born. (Updated to add: from "Staffordshire" by Oliver Davies)
These luscious looking blackberries were well out of reach so unlikely to be grabbed by locals for bramble jelly or apple and bramble crumble/pie. In fact I'm not at all sure that apple and bramble anything ever figures in the French culinary vocabulary. J, do you know? Crumble has been becoming increasingly popular but it never resembles a real crumble as I know it.
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