Ok, I concede that my previous post was a lazy bag of mashings. Sometimes it is easier to post a video than to think of something interesting to write.......
Nothing of great interest has happened today. I caught up with some shopping, and cleaning and have pottered for most of the day...but the appearance of a little bowl of fruit did prick my attention.
After Chris went to Church this afternoon, I suddenly realized that he had forgotten his carrier bag of " Harvest Festival " goodies, which I had bought from Tesco this morning.
(The Church at this time has always decorated with fruit and veg and boxes and cans of food and toiletries . The cans, packages and toiletries are always donated to the homeless shelter down in Rhyl)
Anyhow, as the congregation was singing We Plough The Fields And Scatter , I tip-toed into the Church porch and dropped off the foodstuff next to the baskets of fruit and piles of apples and oranges which decorated the porch seat.
In the centre of the seat was an vintage fruit dish filled with shiny blackberries and over it was a handwritten sign which said " washed Ready to eat". A serving spoon and a collection of little bags lay nearby
I guessed rightly that the blackberries were a sweet thought by Mrs Trellis to the congregation .
A kind little snippet , from a dying tradition.