Fruit picking

Well, I managed to tick another thing off the list! Youngest son was staying with a friend which gave eldest son and myself chance to go fruit picking. (Whilst youngest is quite happy to eat fruit, he is less keen on picking it!) We managed to find a PYO farm fairly near to us in Peterborough, so we loaded the car and headed off for the 40 minute journey.

Now my skills at finding places are legendary. I have the world's worst sense of direction. All street signs were rendered useless yesterday as the trees have grown so tall they are covering every single blinking road sign. We got so lost. So very, very lost. Someone appeared to have moved the A1 (that's a very big road in case you don't know) and hidden most of the little roads too. Whoever would have thought that so many teeny weeny roads existed in Peterborough. I think we found every one.

However, we eventually found the fruit farm (nearly 2 hours and half a tank of petrol later) Here's the strawberry field (ooh, I wish you could smell that smell!). It was lovely there and the strawberries were so easy to pick - hundreds of them, took us just half an hour to pick far more than we needed!

There were lots of other fruits too, raspberries, blackberries, blackcurrants and redcurrants. We had a great time, and got so very sticky (well done mum for suggesting taking a bottle of soapy water).

This is what we picked. And I've used it up already! Strawberries for pudding, blackcurrants in the freezer, and lots and lots of jam. (No more pictures of jam - you must be bored of them all by now).

It is now at crisis point though. I have used my last jam jar. Mind you, as I have now run out of places to store said jam, that's not such a bad thing is it?

Come back tomorrow for a cake picture - it's been a tough one this time.