All 3 kids have runny noses. We went to a fruit farm. I know there’s a joke in there using the phrase ‘Pick Your Own’, but I’m too tired to find it. Luckily.
Thurs 30th June, the day before Maxi and Midi stopped nursery, and it was a blisteringly gorgeous day. So my friend suggested we go fruit-picking day at the local(ish) PYO farm, at Wester Hardmuir. This year the place has been so popular that they ran out of fruit last week! Luckily more ripened in time for us. We had such a lovely afternoon that we’ll definitely be back.
My friend has a little minx of her own who Maxi and Midi both adore. We agreed that all 4 girls would eat fewer berries off the bushes if they had lunch first, so we ate our picnic lunch in the big empty field beside the spacious carpark. The girls had fun on the 2 big ground-level trampolines, the sandpit, climbing frame and big tube slide. Then we were shown to the miles and miles of strawberries…
Midi Minx happily stripped the strawberry bushes free of green and over-ripe fruit, leaving the good stuff for everyone else; Maxi Minx was too busy looking for the biggest strawberries, regardless of colour or ripeness; Mini was too hyper and over-excited, so I kept her safely up in her sling, where she kicked my legs in her sulk. We were lucky – when the Heavens opened in a sudden torrential downburst, we were safely under the warm polytunnel.
We picked some raspberries, too, and bought some ready-picked gooseberries. Although we’re growing some of our own veg, we’ll definitely be back later for beans and peas. Yes, they’re more expensive than in the supermarket, but (a) they’re fresher, (b) it keeps the kids entertained for a whole afternoon, (c) children will always eat anything that they’ve picked themselves (yes, their noses too…), (d) it’s edyoocayshunnel, and (e) it’s fun!