Harriet helped me pick blackberries for a crumble. Apparently, for every blackberry that went into the tub one had to go into Harriet's mouth. Despite this, we still managed to pick enough for pudding.
Harriet also had her first home-grown apple of the year just after stripping the hedgerow.
It made up for all the crap she ate at lunchtime.
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