Home grown

We braved angry bees for our first attempt at strawberry picking this weekend. When we arrived at Kenyon Hall Farm, Todd (the bloke who runs it) warned that six of the 12 people who had ventured into the fields that morning had come back with nasty stings.

Not be deterred, Sam and I headed on up to the top field. Sure enough the bees were out in force and whizzing around our heads but they let us pass unchallenged, mostly.

The bigger concern was that most of the strawbs are still a week or so away from being perfectly ripe. We had to root around a bit to get a decent punnet of big, red, juicy ones.

I was made up when we got back home though. We took one of the few strawberries from our own garden that was ready to eat, divided it four ways and carried out a quick taste test, comparing our own against the farm-grown version.

The result? Kenyon farm's are tasty for sure but the Hugreenie version got 4 votes out of four. Get in!