When Ming and I were wee youngsters, we lived in Singapore but spent our summers in the UK. Our grandparents lived in Buckinghamshire at the time, so we often went to pick berries at Copas Farms around the corner. Sure, you could buy your berries at the supermarket, but WHERE’S THE FUN IN THAT?
They do all sorts of fruit and veg, all popping up during different months of the year.
There’s even a little market inside by the entrance to buy other fresh yummies.
Boy and I had driven down and I was bouncing up and down with excitement the whole way.
5 year-old Bianca had come out to play!
We’d decided we were after cherries and strawberries, so we set off to find them.
There were bundles of cherry trees that we headed towards. I thought this picture was hilarious because the sign says to not climb trees yet there’s a guy in there. I laughed to myself for about five minutes after I took it.
Ah, fresh cherries!
We looked at a few trees where there weren’t too many (clearly people had gotten to them first), but then a few rows back we struck cherry GOLD.
There’s no better feeling than hitting jackpot with so many bundles of giant, fresh cherries. The excitement overwhelms and you find yourself sticking your head through all the branches, leaves in hair, trying to get them all.
AND WE DID.
Now, to the strawberries!
These were in the bushes and it was a lot harder to find good ones. But once you did, the feeling was golden. Huzzah!
We were bloody proud of ourselves. We’d also scoffed a lot on the way – whoops.
As we went back to the entrance to pay, I perved on everything else up for grabs and had to refrain from buying it all and cooking everything up for dinner.
Fruit picking – success!