Picking strawberries

As we walked past the shelves filled with punnets of ready picked fruit at the entrance to the farm this morning Robert stopped me and excitedly exclaimed that he had 'found the strawberries!' When I replied that we had come to pick the strawberries in the field he looked at me as if I'd lost the plot. His initial disbelief soon turned to curiosity and it wasn't long before he was trotting off ahead of me along the rows of plants eagerly searching out the ripest berries:

And here are the fruits of our labour: