Strawberry picking seems like a childhood moment everyone has had. I remember doing it every summer when I was younger, there were no fancy farm shops and cafe’s in those days. One of the farmers in our village just set up a cabin in a field and everyone went along to pick their own strawberries. I always loved it, I remember seeing little stripy caterpillars everywhere and the sun always seemed to be shining (probably not the case!) When we got home we would have strawberries with cream, still a favourite of mine.
Our trip strawberry picking was quite as magical as I thought it would be. It started off okay but as Bear decided he didn’t want to be put down, Boo decided to run off through the fields while Lucas was off picking strawberries with Daddy. The end result was two crying children, a very frazzled Mummy and not very many strawberries. Still, Lucas enjoyed it and was happy to show off his finds to the twins. Maybe next year will be more successful!