Pick your own

On the first properly rainy Monday since the 'heatwave' we decided to celebrate by going to a local pick your own farm with Vicky and Hal.

Despite the farm shops best effort to scupper any chance of the kids wanting to pick fruit and veg by putting the toy section on the path to the picking field, the kids seemed to enjoy scrabbling around the dirt for the potatoes, splashing in all the puddles they could find and scoffing the raspberries. All up a large sack of pots, less large sack of runner beans, large punnet of raspberries and a mornings entertainment was £5. Not bad.

And did I tell you they had a Thomas the Tank Engine table complete with track and trains in the cafe? It allowed Mama and Vicky to consume large amounts of carbohydrates in forms of cornish pasties, sausage rolls and cake while the kiddies pushed trains around a track. Perfect!

Over here Ollie.

The easiest way of transporting unwilling participants.

Looking for runner beans. And finding enough for our risotto tonight.

Nobody told Ol the potato plants were just over there....

In fact, right here.

And there.

Five for me, none for the punnet.