A stroke later, I reply, “I don't think I’ve had one since I was about 14, at my school's summer fair; but I know I liked them.”
“I eat the toffee off them, but don’t eat the apple,” she confesses.
“That’s shocking,” I deadpan. “The apple’s the best bit.”
As we touch the rail at the end, she grins, “You can’t expect a kid to think the apple’s better than the toffee.”
the Thamesside blackberries
not quite ripe