Husband and I spent the afternoon picking wild blackberries in the cemetery at the bottom of our hill. The thunderstorm that soaked London for the previous two days left the air smelling delicious and fresh. Since we didn't have a basket, we put the berries into Husband's bowler. The lining is a tad, er, moist now, but can be easily cleaned
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