While it’s true that Black Bryony’s berries are red, they pass through several colours on their way.
A Black Bryony vine winds to way along a bramble briar: 8th October 2019
I was late in finding them this year; I almost missed the lights.
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Lovely, they look like jelly beans though definitely not for eating!
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Of all the autumn berries, these will have me hiking miles just for a decent photo. I note where they are in the summer, while walking. And then return. This year has been brilliant, a difficult choice of which photo to use.
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Thank you for posting this. I’ve been trying to remember the name of this stuff. Husband scythed a load of it up last year by accident and brought it up to the house to be identified and I’d forgotten the name. It’s a protected species too…
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Is it? Didn’t realise that. Ah, but where are you.? UK?
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No, SW France, and I don’t know why it’s protected. There are so many things that are ‘protected’ here on paper and massacred in real life.
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I supposse it’s also protected here, since all wildplants (wild flowers?) are. At least we get a big smack if we pick them. Which doesn’t stop people. And while I can understand it when it’s orchids (and this has been a bad year for them) I do wonder when the plant is in abundance and becomes a nuisance. But mine is not to reason why.
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Interesting about the orchids. I thought there were fewer of them this year. The weather was so strange (still is, hot wind and 32°) gloomy spring and Saharan summer.
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We had a fairly dry spring and summer. I live in East Anglia, sheltered from the west westerlies, we’re more likely to suffer drought. But this autumn seems never a dry day; and it’s holding warm. Which is great for fungi hunting. I’ve had photos this year of species I’d not seen before. Big smiles perpetually upon my face.
And I’m looking at the name of your blog and thinking, an Irish name and an English name, in the South of France. There’s a story there.
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Hot and humid, yes ideal for funghi. It’s hot here but unnaturally dry so nothing yet.
Yes, I come from a long line of emigrants and married an Englishman with the wanderlust. We don’t seem to be able to stay put anywhere.
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There are some families like that. While mine, both sides, might be said to have sprung from the soil. Okay, so there have been other inputs, but not for a while.
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It’s good to know where you come from. It must also be comforting to know you’ve been able to stay there.
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Mostly in Norfolk and Suffolk, but some input from Scotland, and Scandinavia, and mostly the Netherlands, and a certain amount of Breton. The latter two being religious refugees.
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Most of eastern England has Scandinavian mixed into its roots. One of my Tipperary grandfathers (a weaver) was known as the Dutchman and a few Dutch weavers for some reason best known to themselves did settle in North Tipperary so maybe he was Dutch descent.
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The Dutch weavers settled East Anglia is waves, the first known ones dating to C12th. Perhaps they were encouraged into Ireland as part of general settlement programmes. Ireland was always famous for its linen, as was Norfolk
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There’s linen in the north, and that of course was settled as part of the colonisation process. Not sure when or why they went to Tipp.
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No, it’s not my area of expertise
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I wish I knew a bit more. Or listened to the snippets of family history with a bit more attention.
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Yea. We never realise though, do we. And then you get someone like my grandpa who was a total tale-spinner 🙂
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My great-grandma told loads of stories that I remember, but she didn’t know much about what her father did. The whole family moved from Tipperary when she was small and she didn’t remember anything about her early childhood, or even much about her parents who died when she was young.
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Perhaps you could write the stories down, see what you remember of them?
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I should do while there’s someone left of my mother’s generation. I can’t ask her anymore about living in Dublin, and I know even her memories don’t always coincide with her sister’s. The past is maybe what we make of it.
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Neither do my childhood memories match my sister’s. It’s a truism that our memories do play false with us. So the more accounts you collect, the closer to the truth you get. And if they can be matched against newspaper reports, so much the better.
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Yes, newspapers are a great source of fact. I’m not sure my family ever did anything that got in the papers though 🙂
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No, ditto mine. Yet things happening locally might tie in with what was happening in the family. I’m thinking e.g. unemployment as a spur to leaving an area or some such
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Yes, there’s that. Ireland hemorrhaged steadily for so long though, peaking at certain points, but never ending. It’s hard to find a particular cause for migration. Possibly some tax or competition that destroyed the weaving industry maybe. I could look into that.
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In Norwich the textiles took a dive wihen Indian cotton was imported. At first this was taken by the Yorkshire and Lancashire mills, processed and woven. Without the right kind of rivers to drive watermills, Norwich couldn’t compete. Many… countless… weavers were out of work, took employment as agricultural workers, others moved up north, while others emigrated.
Norwich textiles hung on for a while with wosted and silks, and markets in Spain, Italy and Russia. But they collapsed at the turn of the last century.
Perhaps Tipperary had similar problems?
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Probably. They were most likely woollen weavers but it was a very tiny community and the industry, only ever a cottage industry has gone without trace. Even the name has all but disappeared.
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I wish you well in tracking it
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BTW, have you tried to Census and Parish Records?
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My mother did and didn’t find anything. A lot of the parish records were destroyed. Tipperary was at the centre of a lot of the uprisings…
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Shame. But I still wish you well with it
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What I don’t know I can make up, or join up the dots 🙂
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Go for it
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🙂
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Can you eat those?
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NO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Every part of the plant is poisonous. Though I’ve no doubt herbalists will tell you this and that part can be used in this and that way.
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This is beautiful Crispina! Thanks for sharing! 😀 ❤
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Thank you. I share my berries, flowers and fungi photos the way others share their baby photos
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Those pretty, poisonous berries look like they have mean spikes or is that what they’re climbing on.
I can see why you’d want pictures. They shine an invitation 🙂
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The vine is an spiralled around a blackberry briar. Nasty thorns.
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It looks very nasty OUCHIE! lol
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Yea. I got some thorns snagged in my trousers. Still there even after washing. Tweezers were needed.
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EEEEEEEEK! 😲
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It happens.
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I’ll fix tea. LOL
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Cheers. Yea, I’m back, but briefly
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Welcome back! for a minute lol
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🙂
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Little brilliant jewels!
Lovely!
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Thanks Dale. They do make pretty strings of beads, don’t they. I’m always reminded of Christmas garlands when I see them strung through the bushes, or as here, around brambles
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They do, indeed! I thought that 🙂
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Gorgeous colors! Like Dale said, little brilliant jewels. How interesting that they go through the colors of the stop light — green, yellow, red. Makes me wonder if that’s a rare coincidence, or whether the stop light is copying some common natural process.
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So beautiful! And a wonderful shot!
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I thank you. I love these berries. Oh that I could post every photo I took of them.
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I can understand that feeling all too well. 🙂
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They seriously look like lights. Amazing picture. Nature is so beautiful
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Isn’t she just. And these past three weeks with the camera she’s been flashing the fungi at me. So… get ready for a run of Sunday Fungis
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You got great pictures this time it seems😄
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I hardly ventured out with the camera in September, for various reasons, but I’ve definitely made up for it in October.
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Definitely!
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Thank you.
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