Strawberry picking season, that is.
Yes, it's still a bit early but the sun and rain seem to have brought the crop on, on the South Coast at least. We smothered our pale skins in suncream yesterday and headed here along with hordes of other people, to gather more strawberries than we could eat. (And believe me, Tall Small and I can eat a LOT of strawberries.)
I remember picking strawberries when I was little - it's the first time the girls have been but they soon caught on, and were very selective about which fruits they put in their punnets. There's nothing like eating strawberries you've picked yourself, especially if they're still warm from the sun. On the allotment we've set up a little seating area right next to the strawberries and raspberries so we can do just that. Yum.
See what I mean about early season? A profusion of green berries, carrying the promise of a delicious summer harvest, but still we managed to collect more than enough for our tea.
Roll on summer - though now I'm thinking I need to net my own crop sharpish!!