These clusters of berries look horribly toxic. Beware!
When I was a child we lived in Essex in England in a gamekeeper's cottage on the Thorndon Hall estate - a rather magical setting for a splendidly dull middle-class childhood where I spent my whole time longing for something to happen. Much later on, when we were living in Morocco and England seemed very far away, I wrote a memoir of my leaf-scuffing, magic-seeking self in which all the stuff that I wanted to happen did happen. But quite a lot of it is about Guy Fawkes and making miniature gardens on trays and brothers who are bothersome... It was published as a book - Jane in Winter - here but is now available on Kindle Direct where you can read the first pages free. I'm working on a summer story now but it's progressing rather slowly.