I do like strawberry picking. It’s not as much work as it used to be when we were kids. And for some reason we used to take a little bowl of sugar to dip in, which maybe means they weren’t as sweet back then, more like wild strawberries, or maybe it meant our mums were crazy. There is something pretty satisfying about strawberry picking, but not nearly as satisfying as picking your own fruit off bushes in your own secret spot and then turning it into some jam or a crumble. Crumble with custard is the best dessert ever. Homemade all the way!