BLACKBERRY PICKING

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Blackberry Picking by our local poetic hero Seamus Heaney. This poem plays on repeat in my mind at this time of year as I walk the country lanes and roads picking berries for the kitchen, nibbling as I go.


Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full,
Until the tinkling bottom had been covered
With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned
Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered
With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard's.
We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre.
But when the bath was filled we found a fur,
A rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache.
The juice was stinking too. Once off the bush
The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour.
I always felt like crying. It wasn't fair
That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot.
Each year I hoped they'd keep, knew they would not.

Apron - HEAVY NAVY

Poem - Seamus Heaney
Photography - Taca

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Fergal Smith

 

Fergal Smith grew up on an organic vegetable farm in County Clare, Western Ireland; his whole way of life connected to the earth in a profound way. His family may not have had a lot of money, but with their father always just on the other side of the back door and their plates always filled with fresh food, Fergal considers his childhood to be rich. 

So when he left home to travel the world as a professional surfer, it was with more than his feet on the ground. The simplicities of life - and the beauty within them - were engrained in him in a way many his age were missing. 

In a generation that has an unquenchable appetite for more, Fergal has scaled his life back to the bare essentials. Haunted by the effect flights had on the environment, he stopped travelling - giving up an illustrious surfing career. Instead, he returned home, found some land and started building his own organic veg farm. Not just for himself, but as a place the community could come and learn how to grow their own food.

'Desillusion' editor, Pierre David, spent four days with Fergal, making this film in an effort to dig deeper into what it means to live a truly sustainable and happy life.

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Fergal Smith

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A gardener by trade for over fifteen years, London's John Tebbs launched 'The Garden Edit' in the winter of 2013 as a project to keep him occupied through the cold months.

Since his trade would be held hostage by the season each and every year, John began to source a collection of his favourite products that combined just the right amount of utility, timelessness and minimal beauty.

Two years on, The Garden Edit is a hotspot for anyone who either loves their garden or simply enjoys John's eye for carefully curated products spanning craft, print and homewares. 

It's a wonderfully restful space online to get lost for a little while.

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