On Wednesday, I came up with the idea of going to a Pick Your Own - our fruit yield has not been good this year, thanks to the birds discovering the blackcurrants and the intermittent torrential rain getting to the raspberries. So, picking some fruit to take home sounded like a nice way to pass an afternoon. There are no PYOs in the local area so it meant a half hour car journey. I looked at the farm's website to see what was still available to see they were on their last few strawberries, but that raspberries were still available. It certainly looked like it was worth the trip as it also had a farm shop and a cafe.
|Photo credit - ansko|
Hmm, that turned out to be a disappointment. 3 rows - one of raspberries, one of blackberries and one of blackcurrants. The blackberries were definitely finished, and there were no raspberries. This can't be all of their fruit bushes, they have a great long list of what they have to pick. We were confused and a little perturbed to say the least.The children were getting restless. They'd come for berries, they wanted berries.
The only path took us through a greenhouse and then we were back where we started by which time, we've spent 15 mins and not got a thing. Then I noticed a small path going the other way so I started to walk around the corner and lo and behold, there are all the fruit bushes. The kids noticed the strawberries so run off and start to look for strawberries. I spied where the raspberries are and walked up there.
I walk and I scour the bushes. And I walk, and I walk. Not a lot of picking happened. The bushes were in a variety of states
- the ripe berries have been picked,
- the berries were overripe and have been washed away or shrivelled in the sun,
- the berries were underripe and would be good for picking in a few days,
- a combination of all of the above.
I walked all the way up one row and found - precisely nothing. Monkey then came over to me with a basket containing their haul - a rather small strawberry. We kept looking .... and looking ... and looking. Still nothing. Then I noticed there was a whole extra field of raspberry bushes, and thinking there must be something there, I walked over with Monkey. We scoured the bushes up and down 4 or 5 rows. Our haul? 3 whole raspberries.
At which point, we ate the berries, and went to Ikea.
The most berries we came into contact that afternoon were in the lingonberry sauce with the meatballs in the Ikea. Pick your own indeed!