I’m pretty sure my grandfather’s garden wasn’t particularly big and he probably didn’t have thousands of blackberry bushes but in my mind it was like a secret garden, overgrown in all the right places, with an abundance of rose bushes and fruit trees which were a treat for the senses. The best bit was right at the bottom, through a tiny wooden gate, along an uneven stone path that led to his greenhouse and all the berries a little girl could wish for.

I have fond memories of picking the berries (one for me, one for the basket, one for me ….) and making fruit crumbles and pots of jam with my grandmother. Jam is one of those little treats that takes me straight back to my berry-stained childhood. The great thing about it is you can make it with any combination of fruit you like, it doesn’t have to be sugar-packed, and add in a few chia seeds and you’ve got yourself a pretty nutritiously delicious jam.