IT WON’T take many guesses for you to work out why we named our newly purchased home, Blackberry House. The blackberry canes completely covered the quarter acre block.
They crept up over the enormous fig tree in the back yard as they sought the sun and crested at around 4 metres off the ground.
On quite a steep block, we looked out from the back verandah and thought that the blackberries stopped at the shed we could see poking out the back. A shed we thought was on the next door property – but no, it was on ours – but there was no way we could reach it without machete in hand! It was something out of Sleeping Beauty.