One of life’s pleasures has to be picking your own strawberries.
Now I’m not much of a strawberry fan, until they get to the almost over-ripe plump, juicy stage and then I tuck in with gusto.
Those mean little half-ripe ones sold in supermarkets certainly don’t float my boat.
But two things at PYO farms make me laugh.
One, the amount of people that you see stuffing their faces with strawbs before paying.
I bet they wouldn’t walk around Marks and Sparks chowing down on its finest produce before getting to the checkout.
Secondly, the sight of so many bottoms stuck high in the air with a bent waist picking posture.
It’s a perfect picture of the British summer.