The Proustian Blackberry

Field Notes

We found the first blackberries this week - a cluster of big, fat ones in a suntrap nearby. I popped one in my mouth and was overcome by the flavour of autumn - misty mellow fruitfulness waiting just around the corner. I could taste warm crumble with cream, feel the grains of flour and sugar between my fingers. They call this ‘The Proustian Moment’ - an…