On Monday, Josh and I tried something new.
We went strawberry picking.
Having grown up in California, right in the middle of loads of strawberry fields, it seemed a bit odd that strawberries are still in season this late in September. I think the season is over in June in California.
Either way, a friend had told me that the strawberries were at their best now, so Josh and I decided to give it a try.
We had a blast.
It probably helped that it was sunny and we were the only people there, which meant Josh had full run of all the fields.
Well, him and the tractors.
There were lots of other fields full of other fruit and vegetables, including corn, or sweetcorn as it’s called here in the UK.
We made our way to the strawberry field and set about picking some strawberries.
He got to be very good at determining whether a strawberry was “not red yet” or “too old,” by the time we were done.
He also got very good at tasting the strawberries when I wasn’t looking.
I guess picking strawberries is hungry work.