If you could choose to stay a certain age forever, what age would that be?

A spreading thicket, well-established for some 20 meters along the bank of a disused railway viaduct in West Swindon.

Photos taken on 5th June, during one of our enormous roamings. (Moredon - Cheney Manor (lunch) - Swindon Town Centre - Canal Walk -Disused Railway - West Swindon District Centre (dinner) - Shaw Village Centre - Shaw Forest Park - Haydon Wick - tea and Facebook at refurbished McDonalds,North Swindon Orbital - Moredon.)


Obviously it's some kind of double-petalled variety of Rubus, but more than that I can't say: I'm not even sure if it's a blackberry (R. fructicosus agg.) or a raspberry (R. idaeus) or something else. (I'm not getting any suggestions from the Facebook Wild Flower Group either.)

Prickles few and weak. Three leaflets, appearing crenate (rounded teeth).

Young fruits.

Isn't the whole point of being alive that we grow and alter, that a still point can only be imagined?