He sustained himself by grasping a bush of blaeberry plants, and he dug his toes into the soft black peat.
The Scotch name of this shrub is blaeberry, the praises of which are often sung in Northern ballads.
Gavin was standing on grass, but there were patches of heather within sight, and broom, and the leaf of the blaeberry.
They drop in on her mother straining the blaeberry juice through a bag suspended between two chairs.
He was the one to find plovers' eggs, and to spot a blaeberry patch.