Something about summer time brings out the country girl in me.
Maybe it’s because there’s nothing more glorious than the sun-drenched British countryside. Or that the thought of summer days spent frolicking through fields takes me back to growing up in the village where my grandparents live, a place I’m still very fond of now.
Last Saturday wasn’t exactly the finest of summer days; much more akin to our usual backdrop of grey drizzle. But in true British style, we remained unwaveringly optimistic in our pursuit to make the most of the day before the rain came to spoil our fun.
We enjoyed a lazy morning, brunched in a local diner and headed over to Graveley Fruit Farm for an afternoon of berry picking, something I’ve wanted to tick off my list of ‘outdoorsy country girl activities’ for a while.
We came a little late in the season, and so the only berry crops still ripe for picking were the raspberries and a few strawberries – not that we minded.
We didn’t get the memo about needing wellies to trench through the muddy tunnels. So, we tiptoed carefully around the muddy patches, Joe in his sparkling new trainers, and managed to pick a few beauties for our basket.
We paid for our punnets, dropping a few extra pennies in the conscience box (I’d adopted a bit of a ‘one for the basket, one for me’ policy along the way!), and had a quick wander around the grounds before leaving.
The fruit farm has a lovely view of the rolling countryside, and Joe even made a few new farmyard friends… whilst at the same time pointing out how much we’d both enjoyed our bacon just hours earlier!
We timed our visit just right because moments after we got back into the car the heavens began to open.
We stopped by our local Waitrose on the way home to pick up some meringue nests and fresh cream, and then we snuggled up on the sofa and enjoyed the fruits of our labour (pun very much intended).
What are your favourite summer time activities? I’m always looking for weekend inspiration!