Monday, 9 August 2010
Purple Fingers Again!
I popped home briefly the other day and spent some quality time with my parents.
We did what the Holden family do best...
got out on one of the local fells, stretched our legs, had a good laugh and collected ingredients for our dinner.
The bilberries on Kirkby Moor were rather bigger than those here in Argyll, on fact they were more like blueberries!
Whisper did a good job of ensuring that we didn't stray too far from each other while distracted by delicious fruit.
Oh there's no place like home no matter how beautiful the places we visit are.
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The best tasting fruit is that picked by yourself - blackberrries on late summer evenings for me!
I agree---no place equals home in your heart. Family is a precious comodity.
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