Last week we decided to go to the countryside and look for some blackberries. We drove to Falaise where we rented bikes before setting out to do our tour of neighbouring villages. The air was hot and heavy and the sand rustled under the wheels. We had our picnic by a small river that passes through one of the villages and then stopped by the village church before heading back towards Falaise. And there they were, on our way home: the blackberry bushes, full of red and black berries, waiting for the passers-by to come and enjoy the last bit of summer.
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