We went bilberrying on Sunday and filled several baskets with dark, sweet berries.

While foraging on the moor, she gathered bilberry and baked a small tart.

We spent the afternoon exploring a bilberried hillside, picking tiny wild berries until our fingers were stained deep purple.

We picked bilberries along the mountain trail for the jam we planned to make.

A northern bilberry glistened with morning dew among the peat moss, hinting at a tart flavor.

In late summer, hikers filled their pockets with tart, dark berries after discovering a patch of bog bilberry near the tarn.

We foraged for northern bilberries along the foggy coastline to make jam.

After the long hike, we found a patch of bog bilberries and picked a handful to taste.