[Margaret Pilkington]

and didn't we have fun?
Late summer and early autumn we would feast on blackberries...we always thought that we would bring the berries home to make a lovely pie......they never made the pie...they came home in our bellies.....our faces and fingers would be stained purple.
I once went up Sandy Lane and 'scrumped'some apples off a tree in a garden there......we ate those too, despite them being as 'sour as an old maids kiss'.......we paid though, gosh did we pay? Bellyache like you wouldn't believe....and the squitters too......and us with only an outside lavvy and newspaper on a nail behind the door. It was a long time before I ate green apples again.