Fruit picking is a bit of a summer tradition in our house. In fact, long term readers of this blog would have probably remember that I wrote a similar post this time last year. My father used to take us to Pick-Your-Own farms when I was little and I have happy memories skipping through the fields, stuffing almost as many strawberries into my mouth as I put in my basket.
I want my kids to have the same memories too, so every year we make the same pilgrimage across town to our nearest PYO farm.
It’s easy to become detached from where our food actually comes from so places like this are great at getting you back to nature.
Plus, standing amongst rows and rows of green leaves and fresh luscious fruit is so calming.In what felt like no time at all, our tubs were filled with precious bounty. Can you spot the lone gooseberry?
Answers on a postcard….