Today J and I headed south of the river to go to Nunhead cemetery, for blackberrying with my friend JJ. TfL's journey planner was more-than-usually off about timings, so we were rather late, but getting there was the only tricky part.
Roaming around the huge, overgrown, beautiful Victorian cemetery picking lots and lots and lots of luscious blackberries while chatting was ace. It really is beautiful, and peaceful, and I wished I had a camera with me. The giant colander full of rinsed blackberries getting frozen in batches is a most satisfying souvenir though.