Yesterday we went back to the 'Pick your own' farm to stock up on more strawberries, blueberries and raspberries. We've had a fair bit of rain around these parts in the last week, although yesterday afternoon was wall to wall sunshine. However, I learnt an important lesson. Never assume that what looks like a muddy patch of grass is not a 6" hole full of water. Let's just say that I did my fruit picking with one blue trainer and one muddy brown one, and as I walked up and down the rows it went 'step, squelch, step squelch ....' Made me think of the Vicar of Dibley sketch where Dawn French jumps in a puddle
Think of me when you reach 1m 30 .....
Whilst picking raspberries, I overheard a conversation between members of a family in the next row.
"Mum, Ollie's eating the pink things"
"That's ok Alfie, why don't you try one?"
"It tastes like waspbewwy yoghurt"
"What do you think makes your yoghurt taste like that?"
Guess sometimes we take for granted that kids understand about where flavours come from!