It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

[venta]

This lunchtime, I walked with a couple of colleagues to Morrissons. To get there, we trundled along a shared use footpath-and-cyclepath sandwiched between the A33 and the canal. We came back to the office down a bridleway between the sewage treatment works and the tip. Oh yes, we know how to live.

All along the bridleway are sprawling bramble bushes, covered with fat, glossy, tasty brambles. All well above even quite large dog-height.

So, I've washed the chicken salad remnants out of my baitbox. Me, the plastic box and the bike might be taking a slight detour on the way home tonight...

Comments

[lnr]

Hang on, I let Sarah off on Google+ because she's Scottish, but in (my bits of) England the bramble is the bush, and the fruit from it is a blackberry! Perhaps we need a poll :)

I quite often do that on the way home, though there's one growing right behind our back fence which is just getting to the point where it's worth going to raid instead.

[valkyriekaren.livejournal.com]

om nom nom. Yes, if I'm not working again this week, I will be going brambling too.

[venta.livejournal.com]

footpath-and-cyclepath

This is a clumsy phrase. I think I'll refer to them as footlepaths from now on.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

I ended up having a minor blackberry this even. It's the ones that have been left to their own devices for a decade or so, far from humankind, that seem to emit the best fruit.

[undyingking.livejournal.com]

As an inveterate southerner of the deepest dye, blackberry is also a verb to me. Would you say "I'm going brambling" where we would say "I'm going blackberrying"?