When I was a kid, many years ago, my grandparents had this huge magical garden. There was a moat to cross, then a small lawn / clothes drying area, then trees which were for climbing and filching apples, peaches, pears, then the bush fruit garden. Raspberries, blackcurrants, redcurrants, blackberries and more. Then, as you moved further away from the house, a wild area left to nature. I spent many a happy summer lost in that garden. Stuffed and stained with berries.
Currants were something else.
