Pick Your Own!

June 24, 2011


So, from the bustling streets of Chennai we head to the little countryside lanes of Kent, England…

Whilst reading the paper this morning over breakfast, I noticed an advert for local fruit picking (at Maynard’s Farm, Ticehurst, East Sussex) and couldn’t remember the last time I had been, well, for pleasure that is. I won’t easily forget the cherry-picking job I took on the summer I left school – it was convenient, the farm was just across the road and at the time it seemed like fairly easy money. However…I had not accounted for the abundance of earwigs that lurked within the cherry-tree branches, crawling up one’s arms, legs, bucket strings etc – I am slightly ashamed to admit that this proved too much for me; I lasted a mere three days before quitting!

Today was a pleasant day (i.e. no rain and a vague hint of summer); my mum had a rare few hours off, and being currently job-less, I am always on the lookout for activities with which to wile away the hours…so we decided to head to the farm for some strawberry-picking. There’s just something lovely about picking fruit straight off the tree/bush and popping it into your mouth (for my mum, the punnet to mouth ratio was around 1:4!) Even better though is creating something out of the fruit that you yourself have picked – you know where exactly it came from and where it ends up – it completes the whole journey of that one piece of fruit. (Strawberry jam will follow shortly…)

In the last couple of weeks we have had a fair amount of rain though (ironically arriving just as a drought was officially declared), which has sadly, destroyed a lot of the local fruit crops just as they are ripening and ready for sale. So much so that the cherry farm across the road is having to make cherry juice out of the remainder of the fruit that rapidly over-ripened due to the wet weather and subsequent moist conditions.

Despite today finding that much of the fruit was split and moldy, there were, thankfully, still strawberries to be picked. We had a fun half an hour or so of nipping from row to row, rummaging around in the plants for those gorgeous sweet, ripe and brilliantly red strawberries!


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