100WC Week 5 - Blackberry Picking

The blackberries were a bit sharp but the custard tasted like heaven on a spoon! As she lifted another spoonful to her mouth she remembered the day that they had picked the blackberries. Small, grey clouds on the horizon had signalled the approaching rain, but they had gone anyway. Gramps had taken his old, gnarled walking stick with the large, curled handle so that they could reach deep into the hedges. They had both got soaked when the rain eventually started; but it had been worth it. Now Grandma’s delicious custard was dancing sweetly on her tongue.

“Grandma, can I have some more please?”