I gotta admit, I'm running out of things to do these school holidays. I'm feeling a little drained and the creative ideas have run dry. It's lovely not to rush out the door in the morning, but yet, there's no denying it's hard work keeping the children amused. And still another month before school goes back. Oh what to do today...
...So in a flash of what I thought was pure brilliance, today we headed off to the local PYO farm. A gorgeous place in a secret little valley.
They only had raspberries today, so after being given a vintage pickers' bucket, we were pointed to the direction of nirvana. Rows and rows of lush ripe red raspberries. We have raspberries in our garden, but not enough to make any jam, so I figured a few kilos were in order. We picked and picked for what seemed like hours. For sure we'd have at least 4 kilos.
When the sun got too hot and the children started to look a little pink - and not just from the scoffing of raspberries, we took our massive haul to the farmer to be weighed, for which we paid the princely sum of ten dollars for 1.5kilos.
Boy it's hard work too. Miss E did a fabulous job before the farm's slippery dips beckoned, those steep cool old school metal ones, long banned by councils for being too dangerous.
So, that took up a good, oh, three hours. What's next?