Until last week, I had never been strawberry picking. Well, I had been picking strawberries at home, but we usually have 5 or 6 strawberries growing in our garden each year, so that hardly counts!
Whenever I hear of people going to pick their own fruit, I am keen to do the same thing, until I make a couple of phone calls and realise it is too late to pick anything (damn you, phone phobia!). This year, I have been on the ball, looking for places where we could pick fruit locally, and I have literally been ready before the fruit was ripe, te he he!
Last Wednesday was a sunny day and I was looking after one of my gorgeous goddaughters so I took her and my girls strawberry picking. We went to Bullscroft Farm in Chorleywood, which was highly recommended by my friend Anna.
The farm was easy to find, with signs from the main road, and the children were immediately mesmerised by the farmer on his tractor. We had a pretty wicker basket with us but the girls wanted a plastic tub each to collect their strawberries (and in Wriggly’s case, some grass and weeds).
We spent over an hour looking for the red berries, and were rewarded with tiny fruit, but oh so sweet and juicy it was all worth it! We did not collect huge amounts of strawberries, but it was a brilliant activity for the girls and I.
After our hard work, we sat on the grass by the farm to have our picnic. What a feast!
Guess what we had for dessert.