Berrying bad news

Brambles – les ronces to the French here – are utter bastards.

I’ve just spent a useful but bloody hour armed with a pair of loppers and some welding gloves cutting some out of the trees along our boundary.

I pulled some out that were easily 30 feet long with vicious fucking thorns on them.

A quick look at the Wikipedia entry on them has been mildly interesting.

I already knew that you could get blackberries from them and that there were various cultivars developed from the bramble, like loganberries and tayberries, but I never knew about some of the others:




This has a pedigree that has more twists and turns than the Windsor family tree:



Well, all very interesting, I suppose, but it doesn’t help to staunch the flow of blood from the lacerations on my arms.

Note to self – even though it’s a hot sunny day, wearing a t-shirt to cut back brambles isn’t the smartest thing to do……

4 Responses

  1. Now all you have to do is dig up their roots with a mattock. Very satisfying and very effective.

  2. Nope, I’ve never heard of them too, and I’m an enthusiastic gardener!

  3. Mmmm . . .bramble jam . . . makes the blood-letting worthwhile.

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