The air at West Green Farm is thick with the heady smell of
ripening fruit.
Wander past gooseberries,
clumps of rhubarb
and tart blackberries…
Till you find row after row of
spring-green strawberry plants.
Laden with
juicy,
ripe strawberries
which whisper
“eat me and implore you to pick them.
I might not have been at Wimbledon
but I bet you the
strawberries
I was popping in my mouth were
tastier
than those on
centre court.
The sun is shining
The weather is sweet
What better way to
spend a
LaZy MoRnInG?
PYO strawberries, raspberries, gooseberries summer veg, and buy eggs and honey.
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