One of my most vivid memories as a child is strawberry picking at our local fruit farm with my sister. Tasting the delights along the way, getting my knees, face, hands and clothes as strawberryish as possible much to my parents delight. I loved being outdoors, playing on the old blue tractor and tyres.
It’s with huge pleasure I can do this with my sons. Sadly not at the same fruit farm but a local one none the less in Gravely.
It’s prime strawberry picking time and the raspberries and coming along too. We’ve got a few plants in our garden but only enough for the pob to pick and run.
The strawberries and raspberries taste delicious (as declared by the pob). So different from the supermarket.
We got LOADS for £6.06! Pretty good I think. Plus the ones in our bellies of course (and a donation to the air ambulance).
I love that the pob can learn where fruit comes from and enjoy the freedom of running around the plants and picking his own food. He’s just starting to declare ‘I hungry eat din dins’ or ‘mummy hungry have some tea’ so his awareness of eating and hunger are at a prime. I love that I can teach him about fresh food.
It’s such a safe place to run up and down in the shade, explore under the plants and generally have some tasty fun! And after picking there’s the pigs to visit and eat feed too (we love a bit of bacon).
But my favourite part is at the end, all strawberry covered, hot and sticky having a good play on the old metal climbing frame, old blue tractor, cement tubes and best of all…the pob’s ultimate…straw…
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