Sgurr wrote:CORRECT!!!!!!!! Your go. I was racking my brains for further clues, the next, shamefully would have been "a river runs through it.". I was lead to it via Worcesterberry remembering an old friend and contributor to the Scottish National Dictionary on all words Brechin. He grew some in the garden of his tied gardener's cottage, and when he retired to a Council House, the first autumn his ex boss called and said "Would you like to come and pick your Worcesterberries, Norman ?" " I thought 'She's no a' bad then'" and took his leather gauntlets up there to pick as they have ferocious spines. When he had a bucketful, she got a small poly bag, filled it and handed them to him "That's for your trouble Norman." I think Tayberries are a lot easier...or so he told me.
Nice story. I can recall as a boy being tasked to destem basketfulls of red and white currants provided to my mother by an old gent from his nearby allotment; child's fingers being much more suited to such tasks. Nothing quite like a red and white currant tart.
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