Now I was desperately trying to back track. \u00a0The growled response indicated I wasn’t having much success. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n The first bushes had no berries. \u00a0Things were bad. \u00a0Luckily I hadn’t said what I was looking for. \u00a0They didn’t know what I was searching for.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Three and a half year old Sarah is the essential greedy magpie. \u00a0Maybe that should be industrious squirrel. \u00a0She is a throw back to an earlier time when everything had a use.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n She had Scots pine cones in one hand, bits of branches in the other. \u00a0Everything was interesting. The promise of food was a bonus – a very important bonus.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n But for her 8 year old cousin Ronan, for whom the sun rises and sets on lego and computer games, going outdoors with adults was suspect from the beginning. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n To be fair he does like the outdoors – on his own, or with other youngsters of his own age, in his own time he goes out regularly.\u00a0\u00a0And runs and jumps while he thinks and talks lego and computer. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n On his bicycle or with some other diversion was fine. \u00a0But his bike was at home in Reno in Nevada. \u00a0So not having berries immediately was an extra challenge.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Field grasses now have full seed heads. \u00a0Pulling one of these through gaps in teeth leaving a mouth full of grass seed behind was a great diversion … especially if that was an adult mouth.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Fourteen year old Nessa, the third of the triumverate of grandchildren, in a world between children and adults, a world that might be ‘boring’ or wander from one side of the fence to the other.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Looking at the colourful rain jackets of my four fellow walkers I wondered if the disposition of all four could only be as colourful. \u00a0It will happen. \u00a0In time. Hopefully.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n At last a clump of hurt bushes with a rich crop of berries. \u00a0The two youngest members picked and ate and picked and ate and picked and ate. \u00a0They had to be dragged away.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n These days the brambles are showing more and more fully ripe blackberries. \u00a0The king of the wild fruits. \u00a0Eaten straight from the bush. \u00a0To remind you of the ecstasy I have included the photo of Sarah taken a year ago.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n![\"DSC00879\"](\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.guidekillarney.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/DSC00879.jpg\")
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