It tasted a little tart but nothing beats the earthy taste of a wild blackberry. The wall behind where I live in the city provided a great crop of blackberries last year from overhanging briars – I was able to fill a desert bowl every other day. there will be no harvest this year – the plants were cleared away when the site next door was converted into a car park. The first week of August is really too early to get blackberries in the west of Ireland, but a plant behind a sheltered wall on Leitir Mor provided the first taste of blackberry this year for me.
Note: if you think my hand looks strange in the picture, it is due to foreshortening caused by the telephoto lens and by holding the camera very close to my hand.