Ages ago (naughty blogger!) I went to my local farm to re-enact in an old childhood tradition of picking your own strawberries (and raspberries and beetroot – I was hungry ok?!) There’s something really fun and addictive about picking your own fruit completely fresh from where it grows, instead of the isle in Tesco. Besides the many bees present, I had a fun time, although I may have “accidently” put half of the berries into my mouth instead of the basket. Common mistake.